“And she decided to join
the beginning and the end
this time around,
to see
what became of it.”
~
When the first wave broke, he said,
“I need to get loving right
this time around,”
so sure—
but didn’t know how.
Mending the pain to the flame,
calling the ruin romantic.
This time around,
her love—
wasted devotion.
Breaking what is beautiful;
callous and careless with hearts.
This time around,
his lust—
confused emotion.
~
Coming together in trust,
soothing ancient agony.
This time around,
they trace
loose threads, reweaving.
Losing herself in attempt
to offer sanctuary.
This time around,
what’s left
echoes of what was.
Isolating to feel whole—
pushing away what he craves.
This time around,
he hopes
solitude absolves.
Breaking again—mouth to tail.
Embers burn in the hollows.
This time around,
they feel
the fabric thinning.
~
The tide recedes without haste,
pulling him under, too deep.
This time around,
it tests
how far he will go.
Waiting at the shoreline with
breath held tightly in her chest.
This time around,
she wants
for the end to come.
Breaking one more time, his old
ravaged demons glaring back.
This time around—
so close,
while lost among stars.
The returning tide, ready
to bury her in debris.
This time around,
she breathes,
turning in retreat.
Waves breaking against absence—
stark and deafening silence.
This time around,
he wails,
turning himself in.
~
