Right after I think I’m moving to some new phase the old waves circles back to swamp me, slamming me into the surf with a mouthful of sand as if to warn me how bad it could really hurt me, if it wanted to. Maybe send a riptide that drags me out to sea, the sea of grief we have all been floating in since you sailed out of our lives.
Just when you think
Just when you think
Just when you think
Right after I think I’m moving to some new phase the old waves circles back to swamp me, slamming me into the surf with a mouthful of sand as if to warn me how bad it could really hurt me, if it wanted to. Maybe send a riptide that drags me out to sea, the sea of grief we have all been floating in since you sailed out of our lives.