Sunday, April 1, 2012

The City by the Sea

I wrap up my time
in the city by the sea,
It watches,
in calm tides,
bags full of memories.

I leave behind a bit of me.
An old habit,
a secret told,
unrequitted love,
cigarettes burnt,
all go up in smoke.

Some salt in my tears,
and stories of the sea.
Two years witnessed by the city,
I carry with me.

1 comment:

  1. Everyone takes a dump in a city. You're not the only one leaving something behind.
    What you're carrying with you though, is a little unsettling for my imagination.