a year ago
they took our picture
before our story had really begun
back when you touched me in public
before you I begged you to hurt me
when I knew where I stood with you
before I was lost
in the ocean
of your eyes
their storms and their swells
when the sea was calm
and I walked along the beach
safe from the weatherman
who lives in my head
and re-reads the charts
looking for patterns
and meaning
when really
it is just nature at work
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