div.ision

div.ision


out on. broken piers.
I remembered your words-
and the rain
it came down.

so I thought
that you lived inside of
raindrops.
falling like regret
when the clouds forget
that silver is the color
of promise.

and your words.
bl.ink and white hearts
like love found a reason
to be scared.
so I shiver. in presence
of thought.
you're still falling all
around me.

and out on broken piers.
my hair is wet.
I could get lost- counting
splash after splash of water
meeting salt.
and feeling you. soak
through my skin.

now that-
.that's the kind of lost
I could get used to.