We have lost coasts.
We have lost coasts — edges lost to the tide and the swell of what's between, lines lost to the magnitude of all that resists mapping. Some places find us, familiar before we've found them. But in our everyday, pressing against our chests, they are unreachable, no matter how this will kill us. We have lost coasts, the way we feel about each other, locations made unmentionable. This coast, too, will one day be lost, the when and where of it insignificant against the geography of what comes next.