I have left your line of vision.
You’ve taken off without looking back.
A final decision.
Perhaps we’ll meet again, both of us different,
Because seasons may have passed, only adding to our dissonance.
As clashing currents carry you further, each second a longer distance than the one before-
It is important that I remember that you are the swimmer and I am the shore.
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BrettNotGreg
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Comments (1)
This was so profound. Loved your poem!