Paloma

17

I fear a cloudless sky will attract me more than a man who contains all-
no no no, I know there is a man
my feet would fit his shoes but we would have no where to go!
toes weightless in absolute desolation, they take me to beach at night time
I watch a little girl with flowers in her hair bury her father with the sand
“Don’t cry darling, daddy could never leave your side”
the salt hits my cheeks and my eyes go dark
night, sleep, and the stars- a replacement of happiness