Poetry: Diagnosis

Diagnosis

barefoot by cold sand and moonlight
pyjama-clad and coat-wrapped
the beach and 2am are mine

tears steal away hushed
and the tide crawls closer
salt calls to salt

fingernails pierce palms and
this too shall pass
is not a wholly optimistic statement

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