Braille in Sand

I’ve taken pills and chased you down

deserted hallways

Through bottlenecks of bourbon;

I looked for you while packed tightly into crowded

Dance floors sagging with empty eyes.

I've woken up wounded from

Battles with sweet rest.

Somehow I’m still left here wondering

where you are

where you’ve been

 

I look inwards.

Deciphering the waves that roll in me is like

Trying to understand light scattered in

water

I read your touch like Braille in sand

Swept up from under the bed

It’s when I close my eyes hovering between

shadows and sleep

That I think I hear you talking to me in the

same tongues

murmured to children

by their mothers