remember how after we fought,
i'd take you on walks down the beach
and it felt like our turquoise dreams
weren't so far out of reach?

they washed up with the tumble glass
and broken beer bottles slickly black
and now we're doing exactly the same
but there's no moon to pull us back.

i bit my tongue and hid dark regret
behind irises and long eyelashes
just so our dying moment could be
caught by star-white camera flashes.

i tried to erase you, scratched lines
all over your image in my mind's eye
but it seems like the only thing i'm good at
is saying goodbye.