The Perfect Storm
Like sand
On the coast,
I watched you
Slip through
My fingers
Beautifully.
Now I am
Shipwrecked
From the
Most perfect of
Storms.
Alone on
An island
Where
The sand may
Be foreign
But
The memories hit
Home.
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