slow jacinth
They built their love with gentle hands,
like seashells lined along the sand.
No promises too loud or bright,
just quiet hopes held close at night.
The tide was kind, the days were clear,
their laughter soft, their moments near.
But time, as always, had its say—
and slowly, things just slipped away.
He was worth the waves, the ache, the doubt,
the storm she sometimes carried out.
And though their hearts could lose its way,
they never meant to drift or stray.
Because of what they built still lived inside,
in quiet thoughts they couldn't hide.
And even if the tides have turned,
the sand still holds the love they earned.
latent moon
viscid palm
opaque mural
silver scaffold
dense fjord
thorny edge
half otter
ancient quiver
hot drift
green frigate
waxen wigeon