Over the waves and into the trees
Running forward but anchored down
In motion and still
Lopsided and silly
The wind is pressing the water in
It wears on the wood, exposing blemishes
It lines the side of my face
And I press on
On my knees I light this candle
On my knees I light your candle
On my knees I light my candle
Begging for someone that isn't you
Yesterday I found this old poem in my phone. Such different emotions now, and yet the imagery still is applicable.
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