prompt: "the person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. that’s the person you’re in love with." -- (colleen michele)Mature

Memory is a fickle thing, a merciless sorter -
essential, inessential, temporary.
How quickly things come down to the basics,
how small all our time seems in retrospect,
looking back through the rear-view mirror -
objects may be more insignificant than they seem.
The shoreline has never left your eyes and
I live by a different tide than this terra beneath my feet,
I am held by a different gravity.  I smell the sea
in your skin and nothing has ever felt more like hope,
more like comfort, more like finally sinking my toes
into the sands I’ve spent my whole life trying to get back to.

The End

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