the ocean

I wonder

if you have ever

written to me, about me,

as I do with you. I wonder

whether you’ve wrestled with words

to the point of pain, hurt, restlessness

just so you could come close,

close enough,

to the truth about me and you,

as I still do, and have always done,

for you–because until now

the words I have here

just take me merely to the coast

of the ocean that is you.

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