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The gentle tide washes over moss covered stone

as we sit in silence

Not the comfortable kind like we used to share

But the kind of silence that’s as cruel as you were yesterday


The kind that stings in knowing we both feel it

sinking towards the pits of our bodies

Like the hangover I’ll have all week


Moss covered stone

soft to the touch but jagged underneath

The uneven tide washes over it -

Revealing itself to then hide away

It reminds me of you


We’ve turned bitter,

the acidity and punch of unsweetened lemon juice

not the lemon glow we cherished as we swayed,

basking in the neon light, our adolescent innocence

12 years gone -

the unforgiving tide took you in

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