observed your surrender
sand returned to the sea
in the wake of an ebb tide
final departure predicted
grappling for some explanation
don't leave us now
much left unsaid, undone
I scream your name; no sound escapes me
overcome
I weep until I am weak
waves motion me forward
another grain of sand is taken
wait for me
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Author:
Katdream (Pseudonym) (
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