standing at this shore
I am lost between the surge
and retreat of the endless waves
each surge injects me with
every passing thought
I've had of you
it pushes each future memory of you
into the depths of my soul
and drowns me in
your voice I've never heard
each retreating wave takes you away
further out to sea from me
pulling at the grasp I've made
for you for all these years
this shore is where
I can turn to take my path
on safe ordinary dirt in solitude
or I can follow the retreating waves
further out to sea
where they've taken you from me
and get drowned in your voice
I will hear some October morning
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