Em - Poem by Blue Guitar
She let me down easy,
Though she did not have to.
First love, last love, lost love.
Time heals all wounds, but it leaves those of its own.
A life filled with choices small and great.
The miniscule of great consequence,
And the great long since divided
Into remarks now forgotten.
The tide ebbs and beckons me to the shoals.
Only to return stronger and rake me over the rocks
Of my own folly.
The sea calls me to renew myself in its solemn waters.
'Be still, ' it echoes.
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