I recall.

Love was a frown when we parted,
there was coal
within
but I would wait for you
until the tides went out and in again
and again
and again.
I was ceasing to exist,
I should mention,
depleting in the weeping waves of my bones.
Hours upon hours chewed my eyes
and I could
feel nothing
and everything
in floods.
Would you paint me sapphire,
make me young again?
Could you find me
in the sands of my restored soul?
Should you seek me or would you rot me again?
I am fragile and easily smitten at heart.
I am sickened with an irritation of memories
that you called a fleeting faze -
and now, well,
there's no need to explain
this warped souvenir,
to sea with it.