Mornings by the shore

I clung to you in my mind just as I let go of your hand
It was deliberate, decided,
it was,
maybe,
even planned.
My hands couldn't keep still
I traced the unseen wind that rubbed against my jaw, caressed the little
curve of my chin.
You sounded like
goodbye
and it was all I could hear.
Like retreating rushes of water
away from the sand, my feet, my fear.

I woke up to the sound of thousand seashells by the sea shore.

You were my ocean, you were mine
You're a swirling portal in my mind.