katie

I long for the beautiful travels 

beneath that emerald sea 

when our skin would collide 

like a pen to the paper

writing the last testament of you and I 

and as the ink ran out, my skin grew dry

the taste lasted for days, 

but soon washed away with the taste of a new sea 

I strayed far from the shorelines with the promise of no return

but now your light has guided me north

I can't recall which way is home