beachcomber

I was always washed up

on your sandy shore

and I waited around

toes sinking into the wet

creating deep footprints

for you to see

follow to a hidden cove

and spend the day with me

but you never looked

you never noticed

you waited for the tide

that took them away

before you went

beachcombing

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