The Glass Sea
The tide stroked at my toes.
It reminded me how… gentle
Your touch used to be.
A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea,
Glistening; the way your
Eyes lit a darkened room.
Waves,
Crashed.
Semi-translucent images
Come and go on a waning tide
Ebbing as only life itself can
To remind me that tomorrow
There will be no kiss…
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