
Like waves that make it obvious
We never left things unsaid
And yet, here and now, and yet
I’m wadding through our past
Along today’s barren shores
Incompleteness is what I have
Like a child separated in a fog
No sense, no sense of direction
Just waves without messages
No light, no darkness, no friend
All of our footprints are absence
No breezes of lost whispers reminding
Just memories of our shared days
Filled with too many…things left say
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