Love and hope in difficult times
Rip Tide
Demon tears and baby breaths

I thought you were talking nonsense but I didn’t listen hard enough when you said you couldn’t save me if I swam into the surf.
Diving into roiling waves battling for our life I was sure you’d change your mind and join me in the fight.
As currents dragged me out to sea and chaos boiled the ocean I fought alone to save us both adapting to its motion.
When I tired, the sea below pulled me to its depths acid salt burned in my eyes demon tears and baby breaths.
But I kicked back up toward the light and burst upon the land to find you standing on the beach a sea of grains with waves of sand.
The dunes marched before the wind like the breakers it had wrought and I watched you move away from me without a struggle or a thought.
The tide that ripped our lives apart was not the crashing of the sea but the slowly shifting sands of change that took your love from me.
Each of us of a certain age has probably fought a one-way battle to preserve a friendship, partnership, or love only to win the battle and lose the war. I know some of my friends here on Medium know what I mean.
Thanks to the folks at Paper Poetry for this thought-provoking prompt.
Jim Dutton © 2023
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