Photo by Chloe Kent ’17
I wish I could blind you
with my brilliance, vanish
after I explode like dynamite,
leave your ears ringing
for years so that
your music can’t escape
me because I
cannot forget
you the way
you forgot
me.
I want you to remember
how I am
fearsome to behold,
an unreckoned tide
that always returns
to leave empty shells
of memories behind—
and the sand buries
treasures in shifting
indifference so that
even when the sea
comes looking
for hope remembered,
the shore sends her away
with a roar—
the waves
always cry—
while the sand never
makes a sound
even though
the ocean knows
he is made
of a thousand
broken
pieces.