SoulReserve

Immerse

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,
immersed
in such preoccupation
of him.

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