Tremors

mememememe
The devastation of not being us
I’m afraid but I still trust
Even though there’s nothing to go on
I’m praying you’re not gone
Because you were all that I could see
When there was a human talking to me
With such intensity I could barely focus
Gravity shifted, now you are the locus
So I hang on all you do not say
And I philosophise your going away
Making degrees out of trash
For sure he will come back
But each day at the dock leaves me cold
Your boat went out and never came home

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