Ode to the Knight of Broken Cups

i wake to the taste of salt on my lips,not from the sea, but from tears unsipped—wine once rich now puddled in the dirt,days i can’t reclaim, nights i can’t convert. the tide has long fled these weary shores,leaving my chest heavy, the grit in it coarse;love’s harbor lies shattered, its lantern dim,and the sea’s... Continue Reading →

Undertow

It comes and goes, this leaving you:like tides that kiss then pull away,a rhythm old, yet always new,that shapes the shore but cannot stay. Some days, the sea lies soft and clear,its breath a lull, its gaze at rest;I almost think you’ve disappearedfrom all the harbors in my chest. But moons still rise, and with... Continue Reading →

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