My tides move in waves
Of reactive oscillation.
Bound to your momentum
By threads of gravitation.
Gravity, like rainfall . . .
I, never yours,
And you, never mine.
Each day I etch a tally,
And try to act surprised
That another day
Has come and gone
In which the sun forgot to shine.
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