My quest for answers
came to a conclusion
and in the fewest steps left
I found you and
your silent eyes,
chapped lips forming
a smile but wouldn't
initiate due to a friend's
arrival—ears protruding,
ever alert to the sound
of your name
called from behind
and in such faltering
I have realized that
it was more than
enough answer
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI 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?
