I didn't love you the way you loved me.
That disproportion wasn't a secret,
I think you wondered when the sand
Would run out of the hourglass.
Don't think I didn't feel that too.
So I guess we were just waiting.
Like grains of sand that collect on the beach.
Eventually picking up with the wind.
Going to separate places.
I went to the sea.
You stayed on the shore.
Always wondering of my return.
That will never happen.
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