When I close my eyes
I can still feel
the waves
tugging gently
at my feet.
Although the last ocean breeze
has long since passed
the kiss of sunshine
has not yet faded
from my skin.
And those days
have not yet faded
to pale imagination
of long ago memory
like so many lost years.
It would be a small effort
to go back and sit
in the sand again
to look out into
eternity.
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Sometimes I Don't Want to Be Home
PoetryA collection of poetry about finding your place in the world. Belonging somewhere, belonging nowhere, finding and losing people.
