Amid the silver, churning mist enveloping my yesterdays
a memory hides,
shrouded in midnight blue above the nimbus of gold at the horizon
it torments me, splaying my anguish
on the sand
Crystalline, the white-capped waves
tease the last, long, fingerlet of lightI struggle to see you through the rain
between here and there,
then and now
As the corona dwindles in its lingering descent,
resurgent, amplified longing shows itself
on my trembling, outstretched hand
reaching through the stinging, acrid cold that remains
in the wake of us
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