Sun&Moon

A poem for nothing and no one

I waded.

Standing there, in the cold ocean.

The sting of salt in the open wound,

It made me think of you

Waxing and waining 

Cold pebbles trample over these finger-like extremities

You and I 

We were always bound to be enemies.

But there you lie

Fog clung low,

Like the morning dew drops on your lids.

So long ago

That night we slept outside.

The time is nigh;

That we pass and say goodbye.

Until this very light again...

The next night.