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Yes.
I wedged a comma between us.
But there was already an infinity stretching and you still haven't seen it.
​So you are coming back now,
In small currents.
Lapping against my shores ever so gently,
Sneekily peeking inside for hidden memories.

Now that you have come back,
In tides and waves.
Hitting against me with a power so familiar.
Trying to knock the walls that hide me,
From the memories I dare not revisit.

Now that you have gone,
A storm's wreck behind
You knocked down every wall I built.
Leaving me in circles,
In this hurricane of broken emotions.

I am still caught up in your winds.
 Jan 2016 Rafael S Lasala
Amanda
There is something wonderfully intoxicating with youth.

The crash & burn of foolishness.
A shipwreck of lost treasures and mirages.

The wiseness that will come over glassy, pink-rimmed eyes.
Honesty and maps found in the bottom of beer bottles and glasses.

Here's to the loves that felt like a desert blessing.
x

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