I saw the waves
crash over the sand
where you once sat.
Your ashes sink
into the waters
you once sailed.
Others desecrate
the land
you once found holy.
Soon your house will be sold
to strangers
who will never know
the man who prospered there.
And maybe the hardest truth is,
I have lost him too,
for I no longer know
the man who once lived.
I reside in a foreign land,
An unfamiliar place
Where I left all familiarity behind.
I keep running,
But my past moves faster
Than I ever could.
I don’t want
the hair tie on my wrist
it’s just a reminder
of how easy I was to keep.
I don’t want the flowers.
They died
doing exactly what I did:
staying too long.
We didn’t break,
we thinned out
into quieter sentences.
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