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I po(u)red over your absence,

collecting handfuls of memory-grains

to spill into buckets of nostalgia

in order to build sandcastles

surrounded by moats of longing.



I lapsed into thoughts of walking

hand-in-hand with you along shorelines,

our body heat warming the sand

while the sun watched on in envy.



We once swam out to deeper waters

where our affection remained steady

unlike the ebb and flow of the waves

as they washed up along the coast.



Laying on the beach, you guided my hand

as together we traced love in the sand

until the tide would inevitably come in,

erasing all that we had created.



You faded, becoming a shell of a man,

your echo heard only when I placed

your voice against my mouth, as I sketched

lust on your lips, crafting loveless sounds.



I returned to the eroded present,

looking down at hands formerly filled

with thoughts of you, but now empty;

you had slipped through my fingers,

drowning in pails of lost opportunities.

Rewrite 2012

I po(u)red over your absence,
collecting handfuls of memory-grains
to spill into buckets of nostalgia
so I could build sandcastles of regret.

I lapsed into thoughts of walking
hand-in-hand with you along shorelines,
our body heat warming the sand
while the sun watched on in envy.

We once swam out to deeper waters
where our affection remained steady
unlike the ebb and flow of the waves
as they washed up along the coast.

Laying on the beach, you guided my hand
as together we traced love in the sand
until the tide would inevitably come in,
erasing all that we had created.

You faded, becoming a shell of a man,
your echo heard only when I placed
your voice against my mouth, as I sketched
lust on your lips, crafting loveless sounds.

Suddenly, I returned to the eroded present,
my heart once filled with you, now empty;
you had slipped through my fingers,
drowning in pails of lost opportunities.