tide
you came back
like the tide that forgot
it wasn’t supposed to.
i had a whole life stacked up,
like driftwood, like sandcastles,
and you knocked it down
without even touching it.
you hold his hand like it’s borrowed.
i kiss her like i’m apologizing.
we pretend we’re strangers,
but my chest still aches
in the shape of your name.
i don’t love you,
i say it again.
and again.
but the tide keeps coming,
and my feet never learned
how to stay dry.
Copyright © Shay Storey | Year Posted 2025
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