I did poetry, for the first time in a while. And it's nice because I don't actually despise it.

The beach

You wake

I wake

In the husk of what was once there

A year gone by

We clung to each other desperately

Back then

Loneliness throws people together

And we collided particles

This love is now stale

I don’t have time

And you don’t have time

malnourished and grey

You snip at my crust

My outer shell

I look upon you

Like a bawlingly helpless infant

Nothing I can really do

The truth is I’m selfish

I climb among friends like hard stones

To get to the water

The divinity, the goal

And to be amongst the stones you must be hard

To survive the long stretch

To make it

To the sea