And it’s the fire and boat and I
keeping track of the rogue tide
slamming into the unwavering shoreline.
Her rage is one to which no reason
can be traced to,
and threaded by
that which can’t be compromised.
The sea swells and brawls
With the fury of a woman scorned.
My message in a bottle,
my conviction and devotion
floats meaningless and deeper out
to greet the horizon
that you have slipped beyond.
Love never leaves,
despite the deeds and words.
Love endures beyond the way
of unknowing star-crossed lovers.
The universe will settle the score
as I become more aquatinted
with this clumsy and cold world.
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