the sea
i used to smile at its indecisiveness
wanting to approach me
seeking to at least touch a toe
but pulling back with hesitation
showing all its hidden feelings poked by thrown-away glass
and bottles of unread messages
and impure residue of oil
i did not want to leave
but one of us had to decide eventually
the nostalgic thoughts
feet sores
hunched back
raspy throat
uneven breaths
brittle stick cane
exhausted eyes forward
rough clawed hands
lack of focus
confused and dazed
forward body but
nostalgic reluctant mind
take me back.
take me
back home
but right now
i
feel like
falling
to
the floor
where burden is lifted
off of my statue physique
i want to break
my breakedness
and be free from all of it.
let us fall back to Before.
In Your Arms
We had nothing.
No house.
No car.
We lost everything on our way here.
Spare clothes.
Food.
Water.
Just bare necessities to get by.
We lost it all.
But despite that, I had one thing.
A feeling of security and safety.
An aegis.
The home you have created
in your arms.
Your arms, our blankets
on the cold nights.
Your arms, our arms
meeting in warm embrace.
Your arms, our strength.
Your arms, our confidence.
Your arms, our everything.