• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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A sea, between you and me

The gray blind sea between you and me
reads the pebbles on the shore
like braille.
We soak in briny
afterthoughts of a love long lost,
promising ourselves
false infinities.
Countless wishes preserved into
pickle-jars, waiting for sunlight's
warm kisses.
Memories —
old, spotty videos being played
again and again, without changes.
Wiped out
There's a sea between us, but
it doesn't roar like a rebel.
We stand there, two blind souls
hoping to feel each
other's wounds.