by allowing the tides

   of time to 

     wash up

old memories

         of mine

The shore – scattered

With pieces 

of me and

      pieces of you

Old spoons - 

       old versions of you

for the days turn to dust when

   we go our own ways

I must read the truth to the

      water ….

I stand up and I scream

“because of you,

      i am finally in love

with me”

  as you hold me

and shower me in gold