The ocean was magnetic
that afternoon
soaking me with rain.
The ocean in a storm is almost
irresistible,
it looks like your eyes
Tossing and turning inside,
at dawn I would probably
put my hand on your shoulder
But the ocean has no limbs
it has no nerves to sense
touch or words
Yet the ocean knew my soul
and that day the sky cried
tears for me
My voice,
meant to scream into the waves
no longer knew itself
I had no anger left for those who
had hurt me
instead the ocean swallowed them
The ocean stole those bitter sounds,
and with them, myself
for a while, we were to become one,
....the ocean and I,
I would have gone away with the waves
and never returned.
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