it has been a long time making
this winding unravelling
i hoped to find closure down a sunlit path
with spotted shade & green virginity
and ethereal breeze of lilac blossoming
and ocean salts which are not there
but burn my lips somehow
the willows thrashing
in the savage lake winds
like children laughing with their hands buried in soil
primordial,
it is understanding that
though our hearts are broken for each other
nothing can be reconciled with love
but only healed slowly.
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