we were torn apart

(she and i were torn apart)


i feared her, being her

feared she would

shatter on contact

or sweep me away

in her riptide


although she had no body she was drowning



once upon a time

we made peace


building sandcastles

at the shoreline


the rolling surf

drowns out curses

and our pleas

to each other

to be right

to be loved

to belong


what is constant in this inconstancy



tides rise and fall

the moon swaps

place in the sky

with the sun


everyone knows he would be nothing without her



i reach for arms

of  seaweed

on the sand

braiding the strands


giving structure

to the wild beauty


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