“All we can do is pull the thread, see what it unravels.” - Fox Mulder
Crashing waves slap,
sharp,
relentless
pellets that remember
and accuse, sting
with “too lates,”
“goodbyes” lost,
a tempest of regrets
wrapped around my neck
squeezing,
muffling
my silenced grief,
regrets in a drowning sea
of ruthless unforgetting.