Salted Salt

The beach will remind me of you tomorrow.

I'll probably sit alone on the sand with those
friends I've borrowed in your absence. 
Their laughter will remind me of the
warmth I feel when you smile.

I will run away and
     try to make them
            oblivious.
 

I'll run to the sea.
She'll show me pictures of the day you and I
came together to the beach and there
was peace.

I will bask in those photographs and
     pretend you are running to me on the 
             sand.

The mist is so cool . . .
The fog is so friendly . . .

I only have a few more
    moments of
             loneliness

ray ostrander
1980

 
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