Waves.
You are the ocean
But I am the coast.
Ebbing and flowing,
Stalling and going, you.
But I am the sand.
Panic rushes over me in waves.
Upon our meeting,
I become tight
And heavy.
But I try
And try
And try and try and try and try
To build your castles.
Please understand when I crumble
With time.
Left alone I will slip through
Your fingers with ease.
The moon is full
But I am not;
On good days I perhaps am
Somewhere in-between.
All my life,
Day to day,
I brace myself
For the
Waves.
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