(written 1/13/2005)
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Standing on a beach, the surf swells
Washing over my feet,
Rinsing away my thoughts.
A faint scent of you lingers on the breeze.
Drifting to me as a torment.
You've walked away from me.
My feet begin to sink into the sand.
I drop to my knees
Burying my hands.
Reaching for a tangible thought.
Waves splash my face.
Disguising the moisture which already exists.
Fell too fast, that's what they'll say.
Cared too quick.
Reached out too hasty for you.
I don't even require much of you.
Never given a chance to explain.
A harsh breeze arises now
Taking with it the last smells of you.
I lower my head,
My hair dances across the surface.
Please rinse it away, all of it.
Restore the rigid side I used to hold.
Allow me to regain,
All that I can't seem to grasp these days.
The sand is covering so much of me,
I feel sucked in...
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