Seagulls and Silence

I wipe sea spray from your fringe

you point to the horizon excitedly

there is nothing

only seagulls and silence

I look back and you are gone

 

I find you in the kitchen

the kettle whistles

and we let it

we pick the dried candle wax off the table

in a walnut coffee haze until

there is a shriek

 

and I am running

and she has blood running down her shin

ice cream soaks up tears and she

is running

away, once again

later, we play Monopoly and my father phones

we chat, he tells that he has just watched a film

Gregory Peck was so young

I return to giggles and discover

that I have lost my fortune

 

we laugh, we laugh and never cry

besides our happy tears

and I can still taste the salt of them

and I can still see you all, the ghosts of you

and I know that I shouldn't go back there

but I do, because only you

only you

can understand