When you think of how the winter pales
in the light of the island sun, trinkets made from shells
were our jeweled encasements, and our regrets were
strewn like embers on the ocean.
I found an errant twin soul in you,
my friend,
and you are eastern light,
you are the damning fruit of hell I tasted seconds before rescue.
Now I'm here forever loving darkness,
a luminous season scattered to ease the weight of knowing
that you might have been the one.
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