Each tear that steps out
from that salty ocean
bears a different excuse
a feeling ,an emotion.
I crave each drop,
to swallow the pain,
to see that spunky smile,
and those eyes again.
But you seem too far,
to touch and to hold,
a clay too watery,
and marshy to mold.
Just like touching images,
or rather a dream,
like me trying hard to,
hold onto the steam.
A glimpse everyday,
is what I get to see,
then unnoticed I walk,
staring at my feet.
I walk through the garden,
a romeo with fear,
shouting within myself,
expecting you to hear.
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