Don't tell me what you feel
After so many empty years.
Let guesswork fit my need
As the pendulum swings out.
Too much, too bold.
I couldn't keep the continent
From tipping, and it all slid into the sea
With a hiss and a boil.
Memory tastes of salt,
The beach is strewn.
We were the storm, you'd said.
I still know distant thunder,
Far off flashes in the clouds,
Your amber eyes.
Don't say what could've been;
It's sweeter not to know.
