I sit here hugging the ocean
And yet
I hold nothing
Choking on tears of fear
Of futures lost
Was it just a stepping stone
A fading whim
A glimpse of a tomorrow to never come
Wading in emotion
Motionless
My heart stops
For all that is not
Could not be
A knotted little heart
Twisted around my brain
My tears disappear in the rain
She is no longer here
My heart aches for yesterday
But we continue on our circuitous path
Perhaps we’ll meet again
In the next life
Or the past
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Could be, only to begin all over again.
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