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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