The Sun a Souvenir

So now her heart's

A mirror from the start

Evacuates the empty space that grew between them

He holds her near

The sun a souvenir

A final time to reminisce before they bridge burn

We need to bridge burn,

Both comical and enlightening, I held the end of the hose to my eye, with a slight swivel of the pressure snout I was drowned by a force that violently peeled back my eyelids. 

Weekends at uShaka... I knew you would be cleansing in a youthful innocence kind of way.  Drenched and knowing not even the fish could see my hot cheeks, I scrubbed.  I scrubbed that nemo plantroom like I was burning bridges.  I guess that is what I'm doing, most of the time anyway.  Always,  I remember you.  Slow down,  try to tell the truth.   Truth being, I don't have a love for fish or cleaning.  I have a non-love for time spent doing nothing else but thinking of you.  This is my own adventure.  These are my own choices and the shore, the shore - it is a metaphor.  For sure. 

We need to bridge burn.