Why have you decided

To visit in my sleep?

Or did my mind wish

To summon your image

Seated on a park bench

Gazing at the ocean relentlessly

Kissing the shore?

There seated,

Close but not touching,

We witness an encounter

Where an unrelenting force

Tears down another

Like your skin did with mine

Burning red, a hand imprint

Every day I crumbled

And became the image

you desired.