Spectre

I miss when we shared one beautiful horrific body.

You and me and the sand, open blue skys and open blue sand.

Pockets filled with shells and dirt.

As the teeth washed ashore, we shoved them in our coat pocket.

Our shared pocket, you and I, in unison.

As I prodded and popped the last of the man-o'-wars that washed ashore, I never thought it would be the last time I saw you.

You and I.

You and I...

As if the last tear that dropped from your eye were fossilized into a pearl, I cherished the oyster that closed forever.

Affixed to mine arm as if it were a tetanned jaw.

That door forever closed, I see it in my dreams.

You, too.

So it was meant to be.