to remind myself
of the tie you'd wear around your neck
of the cold fingers that fumbled around my chest
around your chest
is where i'd rest
my cheek
my face
my heart
for the rest of my life
but that part is
over
my lover, if you were still here
if the string had stayed tied
but you were right
you said the moon would pull the tides
i tried to hide from the tears i cried
but they formed new waves for me to ride
on this ever-changing,
ever-moving
ocean
of a world
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