I found a poem in a notepad file from a few years ago about some close friends. It’s short–the only poems I feel comfortable sharing tend to be extremely short and to the point. There’s less room for error when you stick to one image and leave it after four phrases. If I had to give it a title I guess I’d call it Saltwater.

Her love for him is diluted

Dissolved in a bucket of tears

She can’t filter it back out

Ever again he fears