Salt -

Sifted through the library of the last ten years

And there hasn’t, I don’t suppose, been a moment we can hold as close as the

night we kicked of our clothes and swam in the salt

I wish a deep and early grave to the collection of moments I caved

Whether they were minute or massive waves

As I lay in the bed we made, swallowed whole

Soon we’ll leave this place for not a full stop but parentheses

The most lovely of life sentences

All I wanted was to mention this, you’re here in my heart