parting seas (1/30)

some nights
when the covers feel too much like your touch
and i cast them aside
my ears contain the fervent rush
of the waves of memory
casting me about
across these parting seas
that coat the span of time
since you and i last took each other in by eye
i can almost picture you
with blurred eyes
on a shore we once made ours
with the collision of bodies
and with the crashing of waves
that make dreams choppy
i still hear your question to me:

'have you ever
regretted drowning within the soul of somebody?'