Come to the Beach, My Love


She drew circles in the sand
To watch them be erased.
Drawn again by her deft hand,
The ocean matched her haste.

From her driftwood throne command:
A poem writ be placed
Upon the shore to wash away
All remaining taste

Of love lost-
Let it be said
Salt is all that remains.

I saw myself within a circle
Until the tide consumed
My memories like a spell and
Bubbling bliss ensued.

I will survive alone;
A miracle come after due.

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