I was the ocean,
deep, vast, whole.
You wanted rivers,
that followed paths already drawn.
I was the moon,
silent, constant, yours.
But you chased stars,
fleeting, unreachable, distant.
I gave you tides, full moons,
calms and storms,
but you longed for currents
that wouldn't tie you to the shore.
I was a universe,
and you wished for a comet.
I was presence,
and you sought absence.
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