by | May 9, 2021

Stunned by the arrival
Appearance, appeared, caught unaware
The uncatchable, the beacon, beckoning for nothing, while ready to pull each breath methodically from the body and leave a hollow pit
A swinging door, left open to be shut
A question expecting no response, but answered just the same
The unimagined real and overwhelmingly a blur
Wishing for relief while dreaming of repeat
The beat of each wave breaking the chest, the best falling back into place
Knowing this space
The current, the past, seem to last, drowning the horizon and stealing the day
The serenity in the wake of another R.I.P.-tried.