Memories

Shoreline by Sarah Burvenich
Picture By: Sarah Burvenich

I have as many memories

As grains of sand on the shore.

But the salty wind blows

And then they disappear.

Footprints here, a sandcastle there –

They’re all the same to me.

Without you here,

My day is cloudy like morning fog.

I can remember, yes,

But that is not the same as feeling.

I have as many memories

As grains of sand on the shore.

But those memories,

They are not the same as reality.

The Sea

boats by caroline gutman
Picture Taken By: Caroline Gutman Image Courtesy: unsplash.com

 Along the edge of the wharf,

I felt the wind as it blew my scarf

And the calm as it washed over me.

It was blue and magical – the sea.

It was a never-ending thing,

Couldn’t be held in by a ring –

No the sea was free.

Just like me.