Rising Star







Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

You came into my life
As the tide washes over the shore
Incrementally, yet unstoppable
It's natural that the tide must leave
I wait each day for its return
I rush to try to hold the water
But it trickles through my hands
I will not grieve because I can not hold you
The vessel of my soul is already filled
By your beautiful existence
And I must walk away

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