The promises break like waves on a shore, pieces of heart
strewn like shattered glass between the rip wrap, love always reaching me in pieces
I can’t mend,
I’m not the only one lost along this particular stretch of
beach where the heart-broken come, all that glitters may only be glass, no pirate’s
treasure to dig up, only memories to bury, cosmetic dreams, the hidden agendas,
we like driftwood, unable to make our way back to where we came or regain what
we had. She is a distant sail sailing away, perhaps not even aware in the glare
of sunlight on the sea.
How do we rescue ourselves, put the pieces of glass back
together on this beach of lost souls, dreaming always cosmetic dreams, slowing
being bleached by our sorrow, the wave washing at our feet carrying the detritus
of our lives, driftwood, shattered glass, hollowness inside.
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