On that Beach



standing on that beach

back before my life began

dry grass tufts sailed on by

a whisper on the wind cried

I didn’t know it would be

the last wave I saw

as I ran to the very edge

tears streaming behind me

white caps tipping over

falling crashing burying

the hope I had for us

a raw brine filled wound

clawing at my chest

I ripped out my heart

and handed it to you

only to have you toss it

over the side into the sea

drowned in a selfish depth

bloated it floated back to my toes

standing on that beach


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