Katie Puzycki

Sequence of Life

I held on to your soul

While you sold

Your last celestial breath

To the skies and all her stars.

We sat before the rolling seas

Filled with much trepidation,

Never quite sure how to surrender

Our words and bodies to all their beauty.

I can’t remember how long it was

That we kept there;

It was enough time for

Our roots to be planted

Into those ancient grains of sand.

And time lapsed in the end.

Dying wholeheartedly

In accord to the last kisses

Of those breakers

With its concrete counterparts.

On those distant shores

You morphed into those roots,

Captivated in their permanence--

And what of that was ever yours

While you were settled here?