Flooded

Today was one of those days 

where memories of us 

flooded in front of my eyes.

My eyes

a slot machine,

you standing in front of me.

It keeps spinning 

into different memories,

different what-ifs.

Maybe it’s because 

I was surrounded by 

the salty air of the ocean.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from

glazing over, 

drifting away,

you in front of me.

The air so thick

wind thrashed around from end of lands.

Atmosphere I can’t escape

salt rubbing off of slices of cuts.

I couldn’t stand there anymore

not with you flashing at my eyes.