Unfinished
                  

                           Let us now ebb
                           The time has come
                           to push me out
                           towards a gulf's stream,
                           and to a journey
                           I did not choose.

                           And I do not expect
                           I will stay in sight of your
                           memory’s shoreline for too long,
                           before I am picked up by a gentle
                           current rippling out to a vast
                           sea that is your forgetfulness,

                           But remember this: one night when you least expect
                           it you will look into a glowing ocean
                           and see a reflection of me
                           and I will come crashing in again
                           to the shore swept back by the pull
                           of the tide and the desperation of you.

                           Our love is unfinished.
                



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