love locks
a poem
love locks on the pier.
my folded arms rest on the wooden railing;
careful not to chip the peeling paint
off someone’s roughly-notched,
splintering promises.
careful not to lose myself in the deep,
peering over the edge.
how much can these old planks hold?
the sun rises in the east—
and it always seems to set on me.
chain-linked elbows
rust at the joints,
becoming weak.
i wanted to sink my toes
into the fine sands
of time with you;
to watch the babies
fill their buckets
again and again.
i could be whisked away
by wishful visions—
as soft, gentle waves
fold onto the shore;
my hands brush over pebbles
and smooth the sand,
peppered with shells
and other jagged, shiny things i used to want to keep,
but i know better now.
i know the sun will set.
i always wait for the sunset,
so i can watch the last traces of daylight
disappear.
a man squats down
to write “jackie” in the sand
inside of a heart,
and the woman standing beside him says, “i wish we could stay to watch the sunset.”
they don’t know lucky they are.
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You got a like cause I like you.
That ending! Gorgeous! Such a beautiful poem