Salty Talk

Through the roses, I emerge. 

Still budding, a wasted dream. Still floating. 

Vines hug the garden wall, reaching for heaven. 

But we're way below.  

I surrender. Time doesn't stop. Nothing does.    

Past the dark, at the end of the track.  

The infinite's a stare at my back. 

My shoulders tense. 

In each thought, my fingers reach for words.

Where they end, I begin. 

We breathe it in. Say something back. 

Pretty speech, I kindle the flames. 

They warm my cheeks. But it burns out. 

I circle back. 

Cast away, passing vessels give me hope. 

Or they doom me here. 

I can never tell which. 

Our conversations setting, becoming a memory.

Fine thoughts into sea foam, you set sail.

The sun's gone, do I let you leave?

Do I want you to stay?

Sentiments for the wise. Not for me. 

Last ditch effort. I shoot off a flare. 

You laugh at my joke.

I smile.

Embers light up the night.