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I can hear your footsteps
next to mine,
see their imprints
in the sand
as sure as my own,
and I watch you
turn this beach moment
into a memory
that will wash over me
like the waves on the shore.
You say only embers remain
but they still do remain,
and can’t embers glow
and ignite the world
if stoked properly?
I can hear you,
and you can feel me
burning inside you,
yet we try
to blow out the flames
with our sad, sea water memories
as replacements
for something
we haven’t even lost.
~ Patience
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