Washed Away

Glowing, pastel beads,
Intricately carved, meaningful metal,
Filled with untold tales.

Bound firmly to my wrist, I gaze lovingly at you,
So intrigued by your stories.
Overflowing with playfulness, I plunge,
Unforgiving depths below,
Pressure pushing you away from me.

Salt swirling…
The purpose simply thriving on destruction,
Whisking and dragging,
Love and memories away.

Pungent fumes linger around the cold, rusted metal,
The stench of fresh seaweed like a summer’s day,
I feel your presence, longing to rest upon my bare wrist.
Whispering in my ears.
Consuming my thoughts.