Washed Ashore
A Micropoem
Washed ashore in a sea of my own despair A forgotten relic like a message in a bottle Words, thoughts, and love sealed for a voyage without a destination
Called to this shore to become whole again I will pick myself up, dry myself in the sun, and be warmed anew
I will walk into this new life without you Your buoy no longer your guide
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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