Alone, the Tides Are Born

from broken light
an ocean drenches
what little love
in us remains
__________collects at beaches
__________tattered splinters
__________like seashells
__________in its endless sand
it stays a flood
of memories
takes driftwood out
to distant shores
__________and touches fearful
__________where we counted
__________the waves embracing
__________empty land


still longing clownfish
in the deep
__________still dusty rafts
__________that currents tested
still known to crayfish
hidden whispers
__________still warm the haven
__________where you rested

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