Could we when lost in the hope of knowing how
would why world apart we might believe only now
is this our truth
to forever land inside a sea of doubt
drifting aimless in the doldrums of our own deceit
when conscious of our own slide
deep inside the water’s edge
that riptide dragged our spirits away
only to find ourselves afloat
lost in the moment
trying now to understand
how these thoughts
could ever speak
might once spoken
of love.
© Scott F Savage 1/2021
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