Washed up

Tossed aside like flotsam
carried on your breaking wave.

I tumble to the sand,
a single piece of something more
forgotten and broken.

It isn’t like I blame you
you know I never could.
The allure of something new
something shiny,
something whole.

To fix a broken thing
takes time and so much more
it takes a patient ear,
a soothing tongue,
a calm embrace.

I don’t expect that
you will want to face
the blackness in my mind.
The bleak and hollow echoes
that thump within my heart.

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