Ocean eyes turn towards the voice.
Reluctant words fly out of their prison.
Circling. Cascading. Overflowing.
Floating. Endless. Impossible.
"More more, tell me all.
I love to eat up your rememberings."
Genuine. Sweet. New.
Calm. Thrum. Lifted.
"Is that all of you?
That is all you could possibly share?"
Precious. Puzzle Pieces. Pearl.
Freedom. Trust. Peace.
Torn in two.
Eyes turn away.
Too much has been said.
Too much has been given away.
A crumpled heap of navy and salmon.
a happiness and a sadness.
But a gladness most of all.
-AJM
