
If gratitude was an ocean, I’d have poured myself upon her. To see her float in my waves, drown in my eyes as I did hers, hang weightless for all eternity in swirls of aquamarine, a price worth paying, I think.
We met by the ocean; it seemed perfect symmetry it ending there, too. I wrapped her in a warm embrace, took a breath and waded into the waves. She soon quietened, her screams lost to the breakers, then depths, then deep.
At the end, just before the darkness took us, she smiled. I hoped she’d forgiven me, blessed us both in her way. Then again, she might just have been glad to be rid. I couldn’t blame her, I was.
Dark, Richard. Wonderfully written!
Thank you, Diana.
Great piece and the photography, an absolute match!
Thanks. I got lucky finding that image. Thank goodness for Pixabay. 🙂
beautiful
Thank you
You’re welcome
Aw, lovely
Thanks, Sarah.
Happy Easter!
You too!
Happy Easter Richard.
And you, C.J 😄