Salty
Betrayal tastes of salt--
dry mouth, cracked tongue,
promises crumbling like stone.
Yet in the sting,
a hand that does not slip away,
a voice that stays steady.
For that rare loyalty,
I carry gratitude
like fresh water.
dry mouth, cracked tongue,
promises crumbling like stone.
Yet in the sting,
a hand that does not slip away,
a voice that stays steady.
For that rare loyalty,
I carry gratitude
like fresh water.
with love for my best friend Molly [September 2025]
