If I stood here another year

With my feet in the sand at the water’s edge

Perhaps I’d forget you

Be enveloped in something pure

Perhaps the sunset view would grow as old to me

As saying your sorry is to you

Or maybe I’d just keep sinking

First my ankles, then my tears

Would I first get to see winter?

Watch the ice try to encroach on the ocean

As futile as your hopes for us

First I’d watch the birds flee

Fighting their way to greener pastures

Like I should have done long ago

Or would the wind remind me

Of your voice in the night?

Would the returning of the tide

Be a symbol of our fights?

And when I closed my eyes

Would the ocean’s gentle waves

Be your fingertips on my skin?

In a year, would it hurt as much

As it does now, then?


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