My beach of memories,
of long walks in winter's cold.
What seems like yesterday,
was over a year ago.
Nights alone, feeling very small,
below a million stars,
waiting for one to fall,
my life comes into perspective.
Tonight, tonight,
at the world's crest.
Sinking with the sand,
waiting for the next big
wave to come and take
me to some dark and foreign land.
The tide that roars,
edges near, and the fog
threatens to clear,
and show that there is
no way out.
Flowing with green
undercurrent,
caught in the riptide,
you drifted away, away, away...
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