How I
would like nothing more than
to feel
the cadence of your
pulsating
love again
Nothing
more than to know it is me who
you
tried with your heartbreak
to
protect
Instead
I am left waiting on the hill
shaking
with knowledge of
lost
connections
I am
left on the pier with memories of
the dead
their
sorrow pointed toward
the
horizon
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