Tide

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I can't believe what I said

It slipped through my fingers

Tears encased in frost.

That you would speak again

I'd hear again

I'd be able not to cry.


You know that you hurt me

I don't want to speak a word,

My own words are drowning me in regret

But there's no air above the tide.


I can't believe I let you

I invited you back into my home

The furniture's rearranged

It's still the same place

Footprints of dust on the floor.

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