old, rusted keys
washed up by the raging sea
salt air fills my senses,
the past becoming present.

with each crashing wave
a silence breaks inside.
a storm begins to gather,
pulling me with the tide.

the sea swallows me whole.
memories anchor like stone.
the salt burns in my chest
i inhale what’s left.

i drift to the ocean floor
letting the current take me.
the tide returns the keys
forgotten beneath restless seas