Salt

That morning by the sea,
When all the ships were sailing blind,
You read me like a book.

I thought you must be blind.
I scratched your name out of my book
And tossed it in the sea.

I never wrote the book
You wanted. Your heart went to sea
And slowly mine went blind.

The sea is blind; she cannot read this book.


One response to “Salt

  1. Natalie DeYoung

    Whoa there. This one kind of hit me on a personal level. “I never wrote the book / you wanted.” Yep.

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