we can walk the beach
holding hands loosely
enough to let go
looking out at the sea
watching it move
in waves
in tides
like a heartbeat
that forgot how to be one thing
i can stand before any tide for you
you only have to feel it
the reel
of the past
worn smooth
by water that doesnt remember being angry
still turning
underneath
because thats what tides do
they dont just carry love
they carry weight
somewhere below the current
there are stones
rubbed raw
rock against rock
waiting
for something to touch them gently
for once
to eat away
at what has built up
until the stone is bare again
until it is free
even a rock
wants to live like that
untouched by what clings to it
carried by the same tide
that used to mean
only love
so who are we
if not something softer than stone
still waiting
to be worn free
we are human
we deserve that too



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