words
your own
spoken
aloud or in the mind
muttered in secret or crumpled in a pocket
at times reaching over the shore around the edges

a wish to deeply connect is arising in me
together with the awareness of what it means to be lonely isolated and forgotten
of the inherent tidal movement between the two

glinting at your bottom my eyes are seeing
while my hands are unable to grasp

light shrivels you
leaving me
back and forth
between the two

while you are
nowhere
motion
your own











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