without giving anything away

the air of fall, sweeping through my head,

cleaning out my memories while leaving

me to see the more desolate times. ago.

 

how they wave over me as i quiet down.

 

tides of a past — a warm and welcoming sea,

needling my forever with the sharpness of its salt.

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