Wednesday, 27 January 2021

Flotsam

A driftwood log far out from shore,
a landgrown thing now lost at sea
as helpless out of element
as you make me.

With others I can chat and joke;
with you I don't know what to say.
The words won't come because you take
my breath away.

So now I wallow in the waves,
floundering where the currents flow
and drift uncaring in these seas
I do not know.

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