the ghost sea

her name escapes me
the crease on her neck when she'd try to

conceal a grin did not

i will forget everything she ever promised me.

i already have.

she's not concerned with the wind or how

it could silently sweep her secrets away

she just lets it happen

and we are meant to sit there and admire her beauty.

i did.

and now, when i look at her, i don't see a palatable thing

i see a temptress and a harbinger of gloom

and that is the last memory that remains