Shadows
I wrote your name
in the sand but the
waves washed it away, little
mini tsunamis, and
you cried, oh,
how you cried. She had
velvet pencils, each stroke
caressing the page as
she wrote, and the words
fell off your tongue and
you would swallow to
take them back. Nobody
ever wants to share
something so precious, something
you can't just
reach out and grab, pull back
and hold tight.
It's not always that easy.
I thought I saw
your shadow out of the corner
of my eye; would look and
cry and see nothing but
nothing. It can't always
be something.
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