wide ocean

not sure why

or how it was, my

voice to speak clearly,

concisely of what hurt, and

what drove desire, within

me; was replaced, maybe

even lost – in the stacking of

grief, encasing hurt into

separate continents, as

they drift into wide

seas, pulled apart only

by the force of,

a great love – one

i’ve never known to

possess.

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