There is

A time to jump,

To risk your all,

To realize

That this is not the type of story

That revisits your soul.

There is a time,

And something in me is still counting.

The seconds,

The minutes,

The centuries of your hesitance.

And I remember everything.

Even the silence you used

To prolong your uncertainty,

Even the noise you used

To overwhelm my touch,

The salt you tasted in me.

There is.

Or perhaps you were never told why?

Why ships rust in the sand?

Why Tess lost Angel?

Why the wilderness replaced the promised land?

There was.


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