Salty Soul
I saw him last Saturday.
I see him every day,
Staring into my soul.
We're both
Blue-colored salt water.
Bleeding hearts are not new
For us.
It would have been
A smile
Had the frown
Not already existed.
I saw him last Saturday.
He was sitting down,
Staring off into the distance.
I saw
My reflection.
There's a club somewhere
For people like
Us.
It's invisible.
A club of pain.
Both mother-less,
One less mother for each.
Many tears shed,
Shared.
Both realized Saturday,
Speech is not necessary
To share one's destruction.
It was slowly eating away at us.
Reminded us of a virus.
We didn't ask for more.
This wasn't a choice.
Blue saltwater.
Embrace.