I have nothing to
offer
no words come
that comfort
wave of
melancholy spreads
tide on a sandy
beach
pick up a shell
and listen
your voice is a
whisper
soft and receding
quickly
sunrise
silhouettes ship
steaming away to
new ports
I wave but can't
see your face
cannot see your
tears fall
mix with waves
swept to my feet
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