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Nov 2017
Your memory is out of my reach;
I forget your face again each day,
But i feel each word thats touched your lips,
Everything you say.

A wave of nostalgia goes by,
Have we ever met before?
memories sit unread like the oldest book in the store.


Youre an elegant mirage , you save me then disappear,
an emotional barrage,
but were you ever really here?

Youre a ripple in space, i feel your breath so near, youre a siren in an astral place, that only i can hear

Your beauty is out of my reach, did i suddenly wake up or did i suddenly sleep? Reflections of you stretch into the deep,
But im stranded on the beach.

Youre a fall from a height, youre the thought that cant be shown, youre a vast sea of black, youre the truth that cant be known.

Your gravity folds into me and wraps around my mind, your thoughts are in my voice, your words sound just like mine.

Your beauty is within my reach, maybe if i can touch the sunset before your last waves breach.
I will be one with the sand and the sea, and you will be one with me.

I walk towards the sun, the giver of life, and as the water wraps around me like a knife pressed on my face, i appear once again where i started, exactly the same place.

Maybe its not you thats distant, maybe i left you alone. Maybe its me thats faded, My body turned into stone.

I only exist on lonely nights, when you dream of love.
I rise above your bed as your heart swells with memories that have no place.

Its the sound of the sea isnt it,
an echo of my face youve never seen,
it wakes up the child inside
Casts light where only night had been.

Scared of the world now, you seek escape,
Scared of the future,
Scared to fight,
you dream of a never ending beach,
Night after night.

I cant come back now, im an emotional crutch. You have to find something real,
A moment you can touch.

When i fade next time you wake, i'll let myself go,
Ill let the darkness take me into the unknown.

Youre looking out at the sunset, waiting for me, for a new day.
when you hear a distant wave roll in, and gently pull away.
Feedback is welcomed!  :) its my first poem
Written by
George Grenfell  23/M/leeds
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