I found you sinking in the ocean.
You were so lost, so sad.
I pulled you free and promised to never put you back.
And I always hold those true.
As time goes on and on,
You and I slowly walk further from the water's edge.
And never once did we turn back.
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Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
