i let your hand go, softly,
and
we parted our
separate ways.
the tracing in the sand
was washed away by
the foamy edges
of the gentle waves.
the driftwood
was swept out by
the misty tide
and off the shore
away from the
salty coast,
into the eternal,
pristine sea.
the violin solo was
carried by the breeze
and the tubas dove
deeper into their octave
the final breath of your name
touched my tongue,
and it was our
final goodbye.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
i let your hand go, softly,
and
we parted our
separate ways.
the tracing in the sand
was washed away by
the foamy edges
of the gentle waves.
the driftwood
was swept out by
the misty tide
and off the shore
away from the
salty coast,
into the eternal,
pristine sea.
the violin solo was
carried by the breeze
and the tubas dove
deeper into their octave
the final breath of your name
touched my tongue,
and it was our
final goodbye.
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