A discerning quiet prevails between the shores of our minds.
Like the morning calm which lulls on a beach,
Ravaged by an unforgiving storm all night.
Thoughts which rankle with memories of yore. Sights which look the same but yet no more.
I look for signs.
And a miracle divine.
A crossover thought that could cross our hearts.
Taking us back to where we started
To love and lose again all over.
To feel the pain of a love departed
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