island life

I lied

to that little girl

told her I was indifferent

not in deep


I’d be leaving

high on the rising tide

truth be told

I was stuck in the sand

muddied in the head

there was no way

I could let go

of that warm loving hand

then she came to see

feel the flow

my power was on the ebb

hers was growing

the game had changed

better offers on the wind

newer horizons

make brighter sails

& now

I held the losing cards

it was not me

caught that rising tide

to leave

gap timbered hulks

sheltering gulls

forever caught on the beach

these words are all that remain

& we can never go back again

nothing can be changed

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