To my love, who smells of sea-salt

You came to me amidst
the sudden fog of clarity
that accompanies realization,
A conversation
drunk on starlight.

You came to me silently
with measured steps,testing
the storm you were facing,
a hurricane racing
down a blind alley.

You came to me like a twig,
The first in nesting season,
Whispers of reason,
To build again,
And now I need none.

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