Love Poem: Flipflops In the Sand
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Written by: Jill Martin

Flipflops In the Sand

Walk with me
don’t say a word
walk in these footprints
until you feel
my wobbly heartbeat

Flip flop tracks in the sand
I see yours ahead, nearly washed away
I am just a bit late

Hold my empty hand
these fingers that search for your face
in the mist of nightdreams

This fraying thread that joins
such a poignant catastrophe
glimmers and shivers
flickers and fades with anticipation
that possibly
someday may come

My needs are slight
your offerings less

Days become formless
nights without substance

. . . washing away.