I need to write a poem,
But I can't write one.
So I think of sea foam
And the streaming sun.
I pretend I'm far away;
I slip between the boards.
On any other day,
A song would touch me with chords,
But today I needed to write
Something to remind me
That one massive, relieving light
Will be my remedy.
Soon.
Until then I'll hold back
The frightfully heavy tears,
And I'll wait for Daniel
To smile away my fears.
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