Salt stains the breeze,
ocean stains the shore,
sun stains my skin,
and blots of ink stain this postcard
I want to send to you,
but know I never will.
Tie the ribbon of clouds
roiling on their sugar-coated canvas
into a forget-me-knot,
bottle the scent of the atmosphere
for my perfume,
blow out a dandelion for
our broken dreams
that we never really shared,
while the sea laps at my cheek
in undulations.
I'll gather the glassy shards
and set them adrift
and hope to catch a string of
red balloons on the wind
like I once did with you.
