Wednesday, July 04, 2012

California, waiting for water

It hadn't dawned on me before
that the ocean in town
was the same
as the waters calling for me there
and that each flow of the tide
must flow sorrowful
knowing that it ebbed
further from days
when we had been face to face
instead of standing
on the opposite sides of everything

waiting

as love and distance grew
with each passing cycle.

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