A Teardrop Grave

There is power in salt water, whether from tears or the ocean so great. The love story takes place a short, but descriptive night and morning. It awakens you with feelings of longing and sadness.

I wonder

What if this salt water that I longingly gaze at stored some sort of power,
Let me be something I crave every night
What if it could make me invisible?

I’d find you.
You would be asleep
Perhaps dreaming of me
I’d lay my head on your chest, right above your wild heart.
It would feel like nothing but a feather of weight.
My hair would move across your arm, you’d stir a little in your sleep
I would grin and pull closer to your cheek
To see your face.
My God, it looks just the same
Your hair in it’s perfect place, except that one spot that you hate.

Your lips would be an inch away from my own
I would hesitate, but not for long
My hand would now be on your face, as it once was that day.
And slowing I would I let my lips touch yours
It would be a sweet taste
You’d wake up a little
I’d move away
Funny,
tears are not invisible like me
They leave your sheet a small stain
Your face looked utterly dead for a moment as your thumb feels your bottom lip
The corner of your mouth creates a small smile
It was just as you thought it would be

I’m not sure whether you’re sleeping or awake but you turn to your side keeping your thumb in the same place
I wonder if you can hear my heartbeat.
The heart that is to blame
The little tear on your dark gray sheets is now invisible like me
And I’m on my way.
Yet one last glance, I saw what I needed to see



Something
I think perhaps
May be
Love

The next morning you wake, your feelings are scattered
You feel so strange.
That dream felt so real, not like the ones you used to feel,
This one is the kind you remember all day.
You shake your head to try to escape and continue getting ready for today.
As you make your bed there is a sweet scent.
You know it’s familiar, you’ve had it all over you once before.
You squeeze your eyes shut
Without knowing a cool tear has left the tip of your nose onto your sheet. Your thick comforter covers our Teardrop Grave and you leave the room feeling my reign.




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