Bereavement Boardwalk

poem

In, two-three-four

If I hadn’t seen the oncoming wave,

Hold, two-three-four

If I had just faced away.. closed my eyes..

Out, two-three-four

maybe the cool breeze against my cheeks,

Hold, two-three-four

or the salty wind stirred up by its breadth,

In, two-three-four

or the shade cast by its great shadow

Hold, two-three-four

would’ve lulled me into the peace I crave

Out, two-three-four

so I could’ve finally rested. But I do see it,

Hold, two-three-four

and see clearly the fool I’d been for hoping

In, two-three-four

I’d find relief in the inevitable.

Hold, two-three-four

If I had just faced away.. closed my eyes..

Out, two-three-four

maybe I could’ve fallen into the rest you

In, two-three-four

can’t get while you’re clenching your jaw

Hold, two-three-four

or bracing for impact til your bones ache.

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