helpless memories

my memories waited for you.
they were young and hungry,

helpless and alone,

like fishermen calling out in forgotten voices

lost in the tossing sea.

i feel their resignation,

their passion for a better fate.

i taste the salt of the sea,

or maybe a tear, leaving with unspoken regret.

eventually the memories will grow old.

they will fade in the calm waters

as the winds leave to stir other seas.

still, they will wait.

6/20/2021