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The Shore Meets Us Now, and We’re No Longer Lost at Sea
A Prose Poem
Do you see the way the waves caress the shore? You used to run your fingertips across my skin just like that. And, much like the moon’s pull on the tides, you made me surge and retreat, rise and falter.
Now I’m just that lonely moon up there in the sky, close enough to see the stars but so far from touching their brilliance.
Do you ever wonder what we might have been if we hadn’t been such a storm in the making? I was the water, and you were the heat — spark, combustion, a dangerous cocktail of fire in the blood. By the time you were done with me, I didn’t know where you ended and I began. What if it had always been like that? It felt so easy, like walking in the rain and laughing up at the sky.
Now I’m just a storm deconstructed — all the winds and fury with nowhere to go but underground, a time for biding and waiting for a chance to reemerge.
Do you still watch the sun on the horizon every morning? I would peek at you — you thought I was still asleep every time — and watch your face, so peaceful in just a shared scene with the sunrise. You were a thing of radiance, of golden light spilling from all the fragments. I didn’t want to share you, but what right did I have? Your promises had never come easy, especially in your…
