Like wax you fade away
Into a mould akin of clay
She holds on to you, as you slither between her fingers
She breaths your scent in the air, for ages it still lingers
She sees your face in the embers

Her heart still remembers
Her heart needs you, it labours
Her heart longs for you, its clear.

She sits on the long pier
She feels you rage in the waters
She wants to be one with the sand and spread her fears
She wants the oceans to wash away her tears
She wants the heavens to bring you near.


©itsdemoray 2020


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