I skip stones to myself

you never really understood

the peace and tranquillity

of lonely days on the beach

I stare silently

my eyes reflected deep out there

I see myself from here

it is me. The horizon beckon

never we were

the strong I thought

or you

my eyes deep as the black

ground zero

or something along those lines

rocks weigh heavy on my mind

I turn to see you

standing there but of course it isn’t.

Some man, like you

just not...the person I want to be there

death would almost be a better end

than the nothingness

that we

like strangers

will pass on the street one day.





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