Patterns

The patterns we create,
Like the washing of the shore,
Is unpredictable.

It brings us closer to what we know we are:
You, the sea that longs for the escaping waves;
Me, the shore that seeks to kiss your salty waters.

Where are we in this transient union?
An unending moment that never stays–
Yet stays as a pattern that we always set.

And just like that, we change as we please
And resist that we change–
Creating the distance that we are.

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