Monday, October 28, 2024

Sunrise 2015

  

I wake to the dark before the dawn

 to wait for the rise of the sun

 only this beach

 this place having

no fingerprint of hers

 except for those

I bring me,

a refuge I sought out

as a cure

 bathing not in the seawater

but in the first light seeking

 a rebirth

only this place

 at this time of day can bring

 and yet this place still recalls her

 like a seashell I cast

out into the waves

only to find the waves

dragging it back to my feet

a perpetual repeated ritual

of which I give up

only when I realize

 I cannot cast her away so easily

 not just because it is impossible

 to shed her memory

 but also because I don't want to


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