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Sunset
August 18, 2010
You know the sight of the beach
right after a storm?
Tide grabbing at the shore,
shells spread out perfectly
random?
That’s my heart.
It’s many broken, battered pieces—
scattered, at risk of being lost
forever.
…but it’s not the tide.
It’s a vacuum cleaner.
Swooping around,
sucking it all up and away…
into the cavernous,
black abyss of you.
You took this.
You broke this.
It’s all on you—
and your “glue”—
trying to “fix” things.
It just won’t register:
like the sun hitting the water…
the sun has set on us.
© Timothy C., Philadelphia, PA
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