Day 255: loneliness

The water moves like my memory of my grandmother

How I’m sure she used to dance

The air taste like her touch,

Forgotten

Black pepper broken tears

There is absence here

I’ve put myself in the distance

Where the ocean is the only thing that is still living

here

Moving

here

It is dark

here

Cold

And reminds me of nothing I want to be reminded of

I am tired

I am breaking

Crashing to whitewash

I am not remembering

Anymore

She is not here

Nor will she ever be

again