Asali

I waited for her at the banks of the sea for two years.

Warm silt clayed underfoot,

Shrapnelled with pearl and algae.

Here, where the living things and killing things are,

The east wind blew merciless and fast.

The salty breeze beat my face
and poured out of my eyes.


She wasn't coming back

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