a placid ocean, holding a still sailboat afloat
a woman in a white summer dress waving from afar to a shadow on shore’s edge
she turns as she lifts an ancient anchor – rusted and aged
a man’s feet feeling waves crashing on toes
each one a crushing brick
he writhes in pain, clenching heart
in spite of each other, they part
seperating from their own self-destruction to build new worlds apart
holding memories in safe deposit boxes in secret chambers of their hearts
she holds key to his, he to hers
Wicked Sarcastic 