the story of how--
the world continued while i hesitated
we were standing in a stream
while the water rushed past my skin
carrying away everything
except for the place right beneath my feet
that waited with me
it may have been an eternity
before i next glanced around
and the ocean where we were standing
was now drier than the sahara
and you were gone
and so i supposed
was i
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singular thoughts
Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
