Fresh Water

 

Rushes

Excitedly

Toward the ocean

Anxious to be

Part of something

Vast

Forcible

Turbulent

Never realizing

How much

It will be

Forever changed

Loss

I've explored the edges

Like a tongue

Constantly checking the gap of

A missing tooth

I know it's width

But not it's depth

When I sleep

I dream of nothing

And when I wake

I stare into it

This gaping hole

That once was

You

Science of Romance

What would love be without friction

If life didn't have this restriction

Our kisses would slide off our chins

Our sweet words would lack any diction

If gravity didn't posses us

Dinner for two would be messes

I would be stuck wearing bow ties

And you could wear none of your dresses

Grandmother

Let the younger ones

Remember

The important things

Like which way is left

How to sew on

A button

Or which day of the week it is

Today

She is too busy

Straining

To see the boats

That are drifting

Farther and farther

Away

From the shore