Theme: Longing



I hold the sea in my eyes.

Capricious waves wash ashore
and brush a yawning cavern.
The bitter brine bites my tongue.

Only tear stains survive now;
like seaweed, jettisoned
by an impatient visitor.

The tide has come and gone.

Just like you.

Image © Stephen Watson


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