Aftermath

Finalist in the 'Dream Big 2013' competition

He often woke up, sand in between his toes
and the ocean intertwined within his hair
the scent of another still lingering there
even so, the seeds that were yesterday sowed
seemed to be blossoms he would not let grow
and fragments through the cracks he couldn’t spare
they were, instead, drowned in coffee (once paired)
and hidden in bad habits he chose not to forgo.
Despite this all, he still breathed her in deep
wanted to believe that the sands of time
were not set in stone, nor that they were concrete
claiming that parting was a sorrow sweet
certainly didn’t account for his love sublime
though neither did he for the tears he was to weep.

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