He slips
like the ocean floor,
draws back
from under the waves,
he is gone
like his name ,
that I wrote
on the beach,
washed away
by the tide now,

But my world
is the tumultuous surface
of the sea,
wrecking against walls of stone,
in such preoccupation
of him.

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