Plants for Seaside Gardens

Our time together,

those

meaningless months,

ripped from a pretty, paper, wall calendar,

that flew,

on a gust

and fell

somewhere

close to a crumpled coast.

Something you said,

twenty-five cables

and 

decades of

days ago,

yet

those mouthed murmurations

still so sore

when

recounted today.

A girl who decided

to dwell,

on shingle

and shore,

where

the breeze,

blew

from the sea

most mornings

and the feelings

you grew

in

sodium soil

wilted.