from your kindness
as I kiss the hurt
the world has given you
all the time you loved me
there was no other
but the silence killing
me out along the bay
the sea remembered me
when I stood upon
the shore wondering
about the depths of it
so many times my footprints
were filled by another tide
rising to erase my passing
as if I never lived at all
there is not a time for you
and there is no time for me,
there is only this and the drift
of clouds that pleases you
you know I am not a man
that comes easily
to whispers when shouting
is all I can hear
but I am willing to silence
the untold stories
that I hold so dear,
strip them down
to what they are,
yesterday's dreams
wasting
like unpicked fruit
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