I cannot be your grave

As you cannot be my shelter

Damaged histories bleed

Every breath contaminated

With someone else’s pain

As we stood stupidly

Staring out at the ocean

You clutched my hand tightly

Until the horizon claimed the sun

You left me tear stained broken

Holding your mother’s ring

In the lonely palm of my hand

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