Waking

06/22

I’m in love.

With every boy I ever talked to

and the ink on my skin,

and the sound of the tide coming in

over the stones I’m standing on,

and the water in between my feet.

I’m swimming.

In the cold ocean

and the depths of feeling

I’m giving way to.

Each voice

and the birds,

and the sound of the mud underfoot

I’m hearing everything again.

Looking up like I used to do.

A little death with every decision you make.

Something left behind and something gained.