ocean between our feet

this colour of grey and something else

something else that feels entirely like loneliness

a eternity of a drop

and yet is something soft and warm too

like a soft bruise that’s tender to the touch

but not yet healed enough

not yet healed enough

& so you feel the keening hurt

when you press your hand to it

even oh so

gently

another morning

and another

and another

never ending