‘Castles’

Listen to the man
who surfaced from the eyes of many,
eager to reach the beach.

Listen to the one who cannot love himself
nor allow himself to love.

The one who chose escape;
doomed to forever be
a fugitive
of the love of anything.

Now washed ashore —
forever waiting,
waist-deep,
for those same tides
he evaded.

It took me leaving hers —
the last eyes I wanted to see me —
to see
there is nothing here
but the sand.

Meant for castles —
not meant to last.