The wind brushes the ocean waves, the water cold,
unlike the warmth of steps once trodden.
Sea birds calling across the surf, evoking thoughts
of love letters, salt-water tangles, and pristine sand.
Somehow everything felt different.
Sandcastles washed away, pulled into the tide
as the seashells scraped the shore, the scent of jasmine
striking notes in the air, punctuating the passage
of time.
Fragments of a melody wind through heart-strings.
An ache in fingers that still reach to be held, the
need never greater yet hesitant to be fulfilled
as lips meant to be brushed with kisses whisper
words of lost prayer in reverent honour.
The first time was just as beautiful as the last.
The touch of smooth glass and a velvet ribbon
of hope falls freely unwinding emotion
that scratched deeper than the surface
and remains encapsulated in raindrops.
Memories worn in the reminiscence of old perfume bottles.
About the Creator
Valentyna Holloway
Valentyna, wordsmith, poetess, bearer of scribed love. A flâneuse and aesthete, Valentyna is the author of several poetry collections including Forbidden Love Songs, Coffee Laced Thoughts, Valentyne Dreams, and The Ripped Notebook Series.
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