For the Love




For the love of the one
who I'd pushed and pulled
back and forth, trying not
to hurt you, but I did.
Not searching, but I found
what I wasn't looking for.
That which I grasped
with both of my hands
just so I could let
your memory die, which it had.
Until we meet again-
where the sky and the water
kiss in the night,
and we watched the world
go to lovely slumber-
let that be next to never.

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