Nurturing Desires

In your arms, I cried.
I shed aged, stale tears
That waited years
For a chance to dry.

Caught by the sea inside,
Tossed by the days of loss,
Longevity implied
There is always cost.

I wanted to always move,
Or else I chose to impress-
The motion to prove
I wasn’t helpless

Or selfless, to flee
Before I overstayed;
Love staring coldly
At the welcome’s fade.

Halfway round
A spinning world
Stranger, I found
My depths unfurled.

And you held my tears,
A friend with shielding arms,
Who caught glimpses of years
And all their harm

And loved on.

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