Sep 24
I write to you
from the shore of
a life not yet begun.
The tide hesitates,
as if listening for your step.
My hands are empty,
but already they remember
the weight of yours.
.
from the shore of
a life not yet begun.
The tide hesitates,
as if listening for your step.
My hands are empty,
but already they remember
the weight of yours.
.
Written by
renseksderf
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