SALT
There’s a ranging ocean inside me
my tears have a taste of salt to it
adding a new flavor to this feeling,
trying to preserve this moment
with my inept photographic memory,
even though there is no need to preserve it,
for I know
that everything about this moment,
a year or a decade from now,
this moment will come rushing back to me
when I hear the waves of the ocean crash into the shore
just like how these tears slowly crash into my lips.
Missing the taste of salt of your skin.
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