I have
invested
in you
for a long
time now
that there
is no
more left
of me
to even
hope for
a lasting
friendship
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoesieI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
