Poetry

Far Away

When I wake
I am certain
I have cried an ocean
in my sleep.
An ocean
on which I,
a lonely sail boat,
unsteadily remain afloat,
precarious on the turbulent waves,
restless beneath me,
racing for land,
crashing and calling and rushing
to you.

I want to learn to smile
when I’m alone and far away;
well, I have taught myself
the sound of your laugh,
and that might help.
I hope that it helps.

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