Counting Waves

With each wave

The sea retracts from the shore a little

As if to say goodbye,

but not yet.

Sands, porous as they are,

Do not know how to hold on.

They try.

They fail.

We all lose someone in life,

The way sands escape fingers,

sea escapes sands

and a lover slips away.

There is a corner in every house

where windows face a lover's exit.

And at times in life

You can only sit there

and keep looking,

knowing the sea retracts little by little

and you try to hold on.

Porous, as you are,

As we all are.

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