You've Lost Nothing

Cover yourself in memories.

Both good and bad.

And let them wash over you.

Your house. Your car. Your friends.

That trip.

That kiss.

That sky.

Those lights.

Those words.

Those dreams.

Let them climb to your mouth,

a thick, roiling, viscous stain,

and let them drown you.

Surrender to the cold, lapping sunrise,

and let the current take you back to shore.