How we might forgive ourselves
On the bed. Cool sheets like relief
against the anger. On my back
against the wet packed sand.
Rush of waves.
There is a silence so perfectly unbroken here
it makes you cry. How pure and small it is.
How hard it will be to find again.
On the bed. Cool sheets like relief
against the anger. On my back
against the wet packed sand.
Rush of waves.
There is a silence so perfectly unbroken here
it makes you cry. How pure and small it is.
How hard it will be to find again.