The Shore
One day my heart overflowed
And brought me to the edge of the memory
On which banked the shore that you loved so much.
And you were there, thinking of your fisherman father
And holding your baby’s hand
(Who’s now almost a man).
Together we glimpsed the smooth sand of this distant night.
Here, I loved every broken piece of you.
I whisper it now, when you’re long-gone
So I can be near the shore.
3/8/11
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