PhantomPhan14

Chlorine fills the empty sky, a pool of clouds to soften the dive as my eyes lose their way in the depths of sea-salt tears. Palm trees born of watermelon seeds take root in my heart, and I cannot see the ghosts in the ocean are mine as the tide takes back the castles it has long been owed. The fireworks carry our souls, a wish to see the light again as we make our own stars explode to burn away the night. I'm chasing a jellyfish dream but even behind closed eyes all I grasp is the ice cream melting from cicada wings. But I'll keep it in my coin jar, a replacement for the sound I wait for on the swing set every summer, even though I know this time the street will remain empty. "Next time," I promise as I sink into the chlorine sky. "we'll share a citrus sunset at the waterfront." Your sunflower smile fades into the burning night. "Maybe next summer..."