Beach Walks

I’ve watched you waste yourself away
to nothing more than a broken bottle,
piercing my feet in the footsteps
I’ve tried so hard to follow.
I’ve watched you pick up pace,
shattering the washed up promises,
while I was left to falter,
picking stray shards from my heels.
There came a point that catching up
was no longer rewarding
as I was forced to run
on the soles infected
with everything you left behind.


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What’s In A Name?

I called you best friend so often that
when the time came to remember your
name, I couldn’t. And that’s how I lost
you.

Social media proves to be a useful way
to rekindle relationships with people
you no longer see regularly,
Unless you shamefully forget the name
of the one you shamelessly told
every thing to.

The one who held your secrets like
the hand of a loved one. The one
you let trust you with their problems
the same you trust a bank-teller your
pin number.

And suddenly, I became a bank-teller,
you trusted me with every thing that
could make or break you, but I could
not remember your name the next day.

And every time I want to find you, and
tell you I made a mistake, that the
withdrawal was too big, I can’t find the
pin that your name has become, a four
digit code that secures the most valuable
parts of you, and I realize the importance
such a simple series of letters or numbers
can have.

Void

Tell me how it feels

To live at the top of that mountain

Where I appear nothing more than a speck

A victim to perception

Quietly sitting at the bottom of the void

I’m only silent to those too far away

To hear me crying out for help

Tell me how it feels

To be above it all

Because I can assure you

It is lonely being on the underside

Forgotten, if not for the hikers

Searching for a challenge