Feb 24
The foam forms rings
In the tide—
Like blown glass
In the light.
The space between the leaves
Shows the words
We never said.
How lonely it must be
To be the missing piece
Of a set.
In the tide—
Like blown glass
In the light.
The space between the leaves
Shows the words
We never said.
How lonely it must be
To be the missing piece
Of a set.
