who knows where love comes from
all that was known is we were young
discrete discussions between stars and sun
on why and how you are leaving
i hear the words as they leave your lips
remembering the accidental sway of your hips
the movement in my hair from your fingertips
another notch in the handle
maybe the winds in winter do blow
where we live the only snow
rests in the scene of a watery globe
next to the shells and sand dollars
so far away where the sun sets
taking with it the last of our regrets
floating on in this salty sea
fading away as far as the eye can see
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