Coastal Confluence

Proper funerals sang out on shelves big ideas reign

Flags burned at half-mast banners betrayed the remnants of love

Bags abandoned at baggage claim tickets feel lucky on the breeze

Tears dried in napkins the last of the real ones

Letters unsent, left unread, and unsent to undiscovered countries

Theories left sipping spirits by the fire with honest reviews still in bloom

Giving grace it's due the presence alight on the veranda with the presence of breathy pleas

Please for souvenirs fully real, and fully you stamped and tracking provided

The time for travel in our jeans and in our blood forgetting the times we had and the lives we live

I would dream of days where I could leave

Change my name, and dye my hair

Forget the sins that we commit, and the time we wasted that is long but gone

Humorous bones jab the runway lights as they span the horizons

Exciting the soul gripping the future

Forfeiting the whole.