this stretch of winter sand.
roughed with shards
of shells, the bones
of fish, the dark gravel
the sea gives up when no one
is around. you walk this
land, changing with each wave
that falls upon itself,
then again. it's an
empty beach, the beach
where you once had her heart,
held her hand.
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