my breath comes with a slight tint of unjust
for I've never known how to let you go
you always seem to be easily reached
a constant, a resemblance
a moon, an orbit
at ease, you make me feel
each word you say
each prayer you pray
hardly come by
it was love that brought us together
albeit parted by a string of odds
streams will still take its course to the ocean
the world will still take its course to collapse
I can only wish to be as still as a giant
sitting by next to you
sending myself sailing to the sea
where you send yourself off with a will
Monday, June 17, 2019
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