My Life Was the Ocean

July 1, 2009
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My life was the Ocean.
You were my best friend.
The one I clung to
In times of need.
The one who cared.

Or seemed to.

When the waves lapped,
When the undertow pulled,
When the sharks threatened,
When I started to lose hope,
You were to coral reef I grabbed.

But you cut my hands.

I was pulled away,
Recently bereaved
And in a time of need
You weren’t there.

Like I expected.

Was it the distance I was pulled?
Was it my dependence that made you disappear?
Did you just forget
That you were the one
I needed?

Was I so easy to replace?

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