grief is a sloppy drunk
slurred stumble leaning
into unresolved dark corners
of our lives
the moment you think
you’ve placed him down for the night
into a reasonable bed
here he comes again
breathing his sickly sweet
bourbon breath
how will i ever forget
where our statues stood
before the corrosive
passage of time
water and salt
form glacial streams
down weary faces
marking the ones who love us
this is what we began with
this is what we leave behind
4 replies on “water and salt”
More pieces of greatness. I loved reading this one.
What a lovely thing to say, thank you…
You’re welcome.
From water to water, salt to salt.
Amen.