a kiss good bye
and the tide comes in again
drowning me in the vacuum of your departure

every second weekend
two weeks older you return
a unique loneliness
backwards drawn
leaving us barefoot on a livingroom beachscape

the coloured shells are there
where we had to leave them
and once more
between fingertips kissed to our ears
listening for a day
when the tide no longer claims us

but for now
on a rock I sit
amidst rising waters
a child's vacant room
alone save only
those coloured shells submerged
the roar of the ocean
pressed uncomfortable against walls

      waiting

      waiting

      waiting

your return


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04/29/2015

Posted on 04/29/2015
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