sand

there was a line we drew in the sand.

This is my side, and I can't

cross over to your space.

And life was good and we were happy.

But then I realized that the line

was a zigzag,

the ocean waves swept over it

and moved it away,

leaving me marooned on an island of broken boundaries,

mouth parched with apologies.

All I wanted was to be your friend.

The End

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