I sit in the harbour that is my heart,
Waters shifting, heaving, unstill.
I watch the waves come in to shore
My eyes mere pools threatening to spill—
q
Over:
Is what I thought, hoped, willed;
The cavernous hole you left remains.
Wash over me, I plead, let love be lost
But the tepid ocean feels no pain.
q
I brim, as does the sea out there,
Yet your stony self is resolute.
Me, the now-arch, swept over by
Sea-motion, emotion, absolute.
q
As moons are birthed and then die
So do the waters slowly erode—
Cave, arch, then eventually still
The stack,
then stump;
q
The same ocean drinking, sweeping,
Holding, keeping,
Endlessly:
All of me, my constitution, as
Worn-down pebbles of pity, regret;
q
Swishing and washing, over and
Over, and over. Take me,
Whole: cave, arch, stack, stump,
And until we move as one
q
I sit in the harbour that is my heart.
q
(I hope you find what you’re looking for/So your heart is warm/Forevermore.)
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