The whispering bay devours me
I lap up memories of you
Like a tide that can't stop moving
In a malady of blue.
Nowadays I hold my thoughts
And replay a silent film so true
And keep my hand above pause
While rewinding time to you.
Each night, I stare out from the shore
And watch the spool upend
In a film I've seen so many times
I always know the end.
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