Break up

No, you will never know

how many tears can fill this hole

between you and me.


I can stack them into rain

and they would still burn

as a July heatwave

of the land we come from.


I couldn't run and couldn't ignore,

once I stood awed of your galore.

I blinked, it was all gone-

no shine, no rise, only a bore.


You became dust of your own shore.


The waves feed you

if you follow tides.

Suppressed was that ego,

no boats were in sights.


Ahoi, my sailor, I said!


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