The Meeting

the surf quiet
sunrise near completion
i hear her tattering robes
behind me
the scent of ocean strong as she approaches
i was once you
a drowning child
where have we all gone

the nightmare ended
i turn to her
there are only two of us now
what is to be
and what was

which am i
i smile
and pull her closer
does it matter?
we’ve survived


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