this overflows on
an empty bed
so much, so little to say
a need to know today
Yesterday, something broke
and I am flawed
to think an answer will be waiting
Maybe in the morning
the sunlight will clear
this cloudy head
With waves pounding
      crashing into
silent passionate affection
that the world cannot see
it steps over walls,
beyond boundaries, to you.

   

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