waves, tides, tidal pools, inklings of things to come, and things to go, thoughts, feelings, hellos, goodbyes, and all the crests, and some of the troughs, of all the waves, calm and peaceful at times, hurricanes in others, and still others, just a mere swell in the ocean, that scent on the breeze you know so well, when she waves at you that way, and coming or going, you never know, until her eyes fix on you, because you've said just the right thing... then terror besets both of you, in both your hearts, and you just know...
©danjor
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