Love Loss

I try to erase the touch of your caress

That has lingered through my veins
My skin. My memory

Of molecular significance

I try to erase the memory

The happy ones

The grumpy ones

The not so chubby ones

I try to brush the pictures stored

In a single stroke of tar

The perfect picture postcards

Etched. Framed. Walled

I try not to smile at myself

And catch myself instantly. A halfhearted promise

As the smile slowly breaks into a grin

Then a hushed sob, that is seen in the slat-lake eyes

I drift. Unconsciously
Seeing seagulls swoop in mindless games

She lives with her mate.
The café at the beach my hideout. The sanative tumult of ocean effusion

The winds of December blow
The pine tree fiery-lit to festivity
Baubles hang in magic wonder
Like the memory of that whisper. Of ago

The sails beached

Still in frozen water. Ruffle her mast to the Atlantic wind

I walk to the frozen railings.

Look beyond the blue horizon. To erase

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