Something New

It was unintentional,
the last flow
we’ve seen, a bitter repraisal
so little time with so many
thoughts we didn’t mean
and how lost we were
when we looked into ourselves
perched upon our golden hilltops
or atop our broken shelves
you’re still galaxies away
and always where you said you’d be
meanwhile I’m still lost in the sand
counting seashells on one hand
as all I love and all I’ll be
flows into an endless sea

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