as the earthquake slows
to a soft rocking like a boat
and the sun shines down on empty roads
and humans,
infants, adults
crawl from the reckage
they all smile and realize
they are alive.
but they all forget,
the aftershocks.
now you begin to realize
slowly, minute by minute
everything is less and less okay.
you wont speak outloud
because pity is your most hated
emotion.
the sea, surely
begins to churn.
the waves turn white
and a warning is sent out.
even then, you will sit on the dock
and understand what the sea is
speaking to you.
you listen and share similar stories.
your smile shines
in the bright lightning bolts
anger, anger.
laughter, too.
too much forgiveness, maybe
for one and not enough for
another.
hug the tides
when the moon sends them to you.
love the salt that encompasses your
skin.
this is the first time
you have been let down and not
you letting someone else down
from this, where will you go?
walk the dirt road back home
in search of other souls?
or do you keep along the path
of solitude, for good?
if he dares to ask for you,
you will breathe the salty
warm wind as it hits your face.
you will eat the salt that
catches in the corners of your mouth.
if ever in the future
the moment comes
no matter how much want there is in you
you will say
no.
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