When I stepped
onto her island
she was nowhere
to be found
And when I called out
the sound
that was her name
she would not answer
I would set camp
wait for her there
knowing my trespassing
on her doorstep
She would watch me
from afar
I would tend her fire
so that it would not die
as the sand drifted in
borrowed time
to reach the bottom
of the glass
I felt her
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
When I stepped
onto her island
she was nowhere
to be found
And when I called out
the sound
that was her name
she would not answer
I would set camp
wait for her there
knowing my trespassing
on her doorstep
She would watch me
from afar
I would tend her fire
so that it would not die
as the sand drifted in
borrowed time
to reach the bottom
of the glass
I felt her
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