SALT

The tide pulls backward, dragging everything you gave, Your absence sharp against the skin of day. I taste the edges of a world I cannot save, And every step reminds me of decay. The laughter lingers like a wound that never heals, A grain of fire stuck beneath my tongue. I walk on shards of memory, feel how it steals, And every word dissolves before it’s sung. Bitter rivers run beneath my veins, Corroding everything I thought remained. I reach for comfort but it cuts like glass, The taste of loss too deep to pass. Salt of sorrow, stinging every thought, Bleeding through the cracks of what we knew. The ache remains in places time forgot, And I can’t wash the memory of you. The wind carries whispers sharper than your smile, A brine that seeps beneath my ribs and bone. I measure grief in moments stretched a mile, And hold the echo of a life I’ve never known. Each heartbeat tastes like rust beneath my teeth, A lingering salt that burns and won’t release. I lie awake with shadows whispering beneath, And pray the tide might someday bring me peace. Bitter rivers run beneath my veins, Corroding everything I thought remained. I reach for comfort but it cuts like glass, The taste of loss too deep to pass. Salt of sorrow, stinging every thought, Bleeding through the cracks of what we knew. The ache remains in places time forgot, And I can’t wash the memory of you. Grief drips slowly, like water on stone. Every drop etches your name into my skin, into my bones, and I taste the salt everywhere. Salt of sorrow, stinging every thought, Bleeding through the cracks of what we knew. The ache remains in places time forgot, And I can’t wash the memory of you.