The End

Once entire,
petal on the waves.
I drift, singular,
and the sun and the moons —
lift and fall.
Forever knocks — the rip and tear.
Mourning wounds in glad years —
all the good days and goodbyes.
Empty heart and yearning,
plead for the tidal shift, and you,
my other piece to miss.

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