Saline

I called you and there you were,
created by my tears,
melting away moment by moment.
I didn’t know how to hold on.
I still don’t know how to let go.
Time has nothing to do with it.
Time is unkind.

Water. Salt. Both
have their ways of burning.
The crust of saline mucking
up my eyes reminds me.
They are my remnant of you.
Of that day.

I hate it and I hold it and
it is cradled, cobwebbed and frozen,
an amateur snapshot
of life, of me, of…

But how could you know.
I let you melt away.

Unspoken

There is strength and weakness
hand in hand, found in
subtleties that scream so loud
I can hear them when I’m sleeping.

It’s going to happen.
Someday.
Eventually.
Consuming everything that
should and shouldn’t be.

Anticipation and dread.
Failed restraint, bindings will
break loose and lose meaning.
Understanding
that burns and leaves scars.

Something to remember me by.