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In your possession you have my whole heart, 

The ocean rations half your love to me­, 

My mood turns falsely gay as you depart, 

You cast off lines for the lure of the sea– 

  

The moon grows, slivers; sun crests then falls; 

The waters chill, turning green to dead gray, 

No signs of you, only the surf’s calm calls– 

Miles tween us, solace in pounding blue sway, 

  

Such is the pattern that absence creates; 

When you come home we’ll share a lover’s boon, 

Loving, heady doses in concentrate, 

Wanting to take, to share, too much, too soon, 

  

But I will not relinquish hopes for us– 

In the strength of time I have given trust.