If I am filled with anything, it is seasons.
If I am filled with anything, it is something advancing and retreating.
It is a giant tide that pulls me with it.
I wonder if you kept the same things inside.
I must wonder if, for you, the tide went out one last time, and then came in too far.
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And I have to wonder if you got caught in my tide when yours retreated. And I hope that it is your tide that you're being pulled by, not mine. Be yourself, my love. <3
I read your "Be soft..." poem last night by mere chance as I was listening to a tune called "Earth Prelude" (in the comments on YouTube). I needed to know who wrote it, and found a link to your reddit page. And now I'm here. Thank you for writing these poems. Stay awesome. :)
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