Summer After Dark
At dusk,
I walked barefoot where the waves
used to know how to quiet me.
The air was thick with heat,
cheap whiskey,
and the kind of laughter
I thought would last forever.
We stayed until midnight.
Then one night
the ocean stopped feeling like home.
Now every wave drags me backward.
Every grain of sand remembers
what I spend every day trying to forget.
I still ache for the girl
who thought the beach was a sanctuary—
Lbefore summer learned
how to become a trigger.
https://similarworlds.com/literature/i-write/5621891-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write
Words used:
Dusk
Barefoot
Whiskey
Midnight
I walked barefoot where the waves
used to know how to quiet me.
The air was thick with heat,
cheap whiskey,
and the kind of laughter
I thought would last forever.
We stayed until midnight.
Then one night
the ocean stopped feeling like home.
Now every wave drags me backward.
Every grain of sand remembers
what I spend every day trying to forget.
I still ache for the girl
who thought the beach was a sanctuary—
Lbefore summer learned
how to become a trigger.
https://similarworlds.com/literature/i-write/5621891-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write
Words used:
Dusk
Barefoot
Whiskey
Midnight
