Raging storms
Like falling tides
Have a way of reappearing
Anger waxes and wanes
Like the moonlight in your eyes
And I am left with the distinct
Feeling that all was a dream
Will you wake me up from this discordant reality?
Where the line between my mind and your words blur
With each passing moment,
Where truth is spoken in whispers
And your name pressed into the hollows of the wind
The longer the shadow falls from the sun
The further from certainty we shall be
Until one day it hits us that what
We had begun was one of life’s most
Precious mysteries.
R.I.P.
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin
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