Faulty Breaths

Sabrina Yang ‘26

I like to believe.
The rain falls for a reason.
And slip, 
a futility of emotions.
A goldfish in the sea,
Just a flash in moments between bristled lanterns,

But in truth.
I, just another grain added to the beach
You, a seagull prying through, looking for your next catch.
A brine pool too different to mix and reach the surface,
And you, that white canvas in the sky,

I want to believe.
The silhouettes of yesterday not to fade in the falling fog,
To freeze time in a moment.
A replacement,
For confidence that melts away as salt in freshwater.
And drown,

Yet, 
All I remember,
That slip,
Of weeping regrets.