forever grasping and clutching
It all started with dripping omelets
under the rim of the horizon.
Spontaneously I uttered
You remind me of the wet sand
just below the dry sand at the beach,
the sand you dig for,
the sand that reminds you
why you went to the beach in the first place.
She ate her last potato wedge
and squinted her eyes,
slowly diverting her gaze
towards me and my thumping heart.
I could feel the moment taking over
and witnessed the angel on my shoulder exit,
awkwardly stepping over those in his way
and sliding out the exit door
with his tail between his legs.
I hope he doesn't come back till Armageddon..
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