sea glass.

Isn’t it something-
how a name once so fine,
achingly rolled about
in the tumult of your mind,
eventually dulls like sea glass
with the passing of time,
and the voyage is no longer,
about him, or even you,
but becomes a passage
of a boy, not man enough,
for a girl you once knew.

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