Ocean Foam
Trying to catch and hold you fast
Before you're merely my past
Nowhere I go is home
All hope is but ocean foam
Lost weeps in the undertow
Trying to hold on
Before you unwrap me again
Trying to be strong
Imagining the end before we begin...
I come to all these places
See all these faces
But they're not yours
Not yours
I touch all this sand
All these soft grains
Are the palm of your hand
August 7, 2017
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017
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