#shared tides

I. @jasmimnocturna

I follow your silhouette

as it crosses that third shore,

where the blue of the sky kisses the sea

Your blurred outline—

a silent farewell,

our memory set adrift.

Your coldness, as blue

as the ocean’s depth,

consumes my thoughts—

the wrath of waves, the siren’s mystique.

Still, I search for your reflection in the sand.

I desired your desire,

I drowned in your charm.

All love dissolved into a single cry—

a breath of sea air,

the echo of your name,

The end of our story

swelling through the sails

Yet the compass needle

remains the magnet

that draws you back to me.

I gather the ocean

within myself,

distilling it into drops

to quench your thirst—

an antidote

to your detachment.

For I bind you

to the memory of me.

As the salt of our memory,

born in tears

Overflowing the sea,

rising as vapor, condensing

into the rain that will bathe you

Withering our seeds.

II. @traveledlight

And a memory

you will hold—

I have sailed

through oceans of you,

yet never touched

the water’s edge.

I have known thirst,

and every drop

reminds me

of the moments we can’t reach,

salt on our lips

from echoes

we carry alone.

Every memory I give

is a tether,

pulling me closer

even when miles

keep us apart.

I have learned

to breathe in your absence,

to drown willingly

in the tide of your memory,

anchored in what we were

and what lingers still.

The only antidote

is the way

we hold each other

in the folds of time,

every thought,

every sigh,

until distance fades

and we exist