Someday barks in the distance

I call her, but she does not return

I cry myself to sleep

and wake up with salt stains

on my cheeks

I cannot return to the ocean

my skin is too raw from the surf 

I cannot go back to the place 

where you made me a-glow 

like the 7pm magical sunshine

and twist like the soft serve

that satisfied my tongue

I cannot turn my grief into beauty

All I can do is sit and remember 

summer nights drizzling like raspberries

down your chin