A grain of sand in the desert of my life,
my mind stores you in dunes,
in overwhelming abundance.

I create winds, sandstorms, tornadoes
to shape you,
to move you,
still you settle the same,
with mathematical precision.

Governed by physical law,
governed by bleeding and raw,
governed,
I want you more,

I feel you slip from my grasp ,
shifting the sands of my mind,

I wait for a deluge, a torrent,
a hope to bring new life,
a new form,
an awakening...

a forgotten seed,
and
the
rain
would
find
you.

There was a time
when time was not time—-
For me,
For you.
The water it collects and tarries
Carries itself.

you whisper
“stay”
my thoughts linger to go

to be in love
and have no one to say it to

I am beautiful.
But you are not her...
My doubts creep up.
Crocodiles from a dark swamp
“Go away.” I whisper.
I am kind.
But no one likes you as much as her...
“Stop!” I plead.
They get louder.
You will never be enough.
Not for him. Not for them.
You are a burden.
No one wants you around.
I scream.
Then...
Silence.
I am alone.

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