My words break, like waves on rocks
Worn like sea stones
Blank as your eyes,
Smooth like frosted glass.

I am parched,
Surrounded by the sea
The sound of surf is the sound
of my pulse in my quiet ears.

I stand in the sun and shiver
The salt on my lips the only taste.
Though I stand in the sand with you by my side,
I am marooned.

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