a few feet
you and your creed
wish i had you at my feet
remember these, i plead
come to me, come to me
lying with sand – my eyes
a book atop, hands beside
i show restraint with you at bay
words i say, you let them play
i hate, i hate-
you’re the only need, but you seethe
laugh without any grief
one day i hope you need
maybe not me
i hope the ocean sweeps
the hand you hold stops, looks back
plays the game and leaves you at bay
just so you know how i felt
back on that sunday
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