Just a smile, a muffled snow-quiet one,
deafening in its silence when hearts ache
at parting, and dreams crash on barren shores -
the ebb and flow of love-tides cease to surge.
The sails of our ship were whiplashed by storms,
still I held on to dignity unfazed,
a saving grace biding steadfast with me,
and I was not sucked into your abyss.
We played a circle game of loves and hates,
a love-tide maze infinite and daunting,
no sense chasing after dreams beyond reach.
We shrugged off cloaks of false sensuality.
Love’s intoxication have been heady,
but like tides in seas battled by tempests
we were carried away from safe anchor,
struggled futilely and not finding land.
Now our love-tides are soothing, finding calm,
conflicts resolved, forgotten, forgiven.
The future beckons - an alluring path
for us to explore. We have moved on.
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2021
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