I.
Standing on the pier, the surf foams below you.
Ripples on the surface result in a surging momentum.
Facing the peninsula, wind whipping your hair.
You stand at the edge of the world.
A voyage in the internal landscape
leading to cross continental expansion.
II.
Don't be sad.
Tears of mixed joy and grief.
As we said goodbye
you held me close
in your inebriated embrace,
finding reciprocity in mine,
we became the people we had always
been to each other in full.
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