Your sm-Isle

Came over
Mynd’s eye
Today as
Tidal Wave.

—-

I, such a
Modest
Lonely isle,

Didn’t
Stand a
Chance.

Didn’t have
Time to even
Get one last

Gasp Of air
Before the
Missing you

Swelled up
In my eyes

And poured
Itself down
My cheeks.

—-

I was just
Trying to
Fill out a
Spreadsheet.

—-

But then,
There Eye was,

Overcome
By the gasping
Breaths of still
Missing you.

—-

I, A mere-maid,

A-salt-watered

By Loch Ness
Monster image
of Your Likeness.

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