Salt

i found your letters yesterday
in that little wooden box
we bought by the seaside
remember?

the letters you sent
when we were madly in love

selfish

and carefree

the back of my wardrobe
is a place i rarely visit
and as i rummaged
my carpet became an ocean
of old treasures

i swam through the ocean for a while
soaking up the memories
on my bedroom floor

but sharp teeth bite at my flesh
in these shark infested waters

old photos and keepsakes
bringing back nostalgic blues
and salty tears

i soak up the ocean into bin bags
so they're probably in a derelict wasteland now
where they belong.