Deal

The rain continues. Your hands and his cheeks grow cold in minutes, but you continue scouring the shoreline for treasures until the eyelids hang heavy across his eyes. He looks at you in a way that makes your whole life worth living for a moment, and you remember again purpose and what it does with the worth in your spine. Tomorrow the rain will stop, maybe the sea will look different beyond the piers and balancing boats stranded on the ebb.

You can't find the right words to tie the strings together.

Sleep is restless, when it comes.