Eia Au, Eia ‘Oe #9

You pushed memories of me into the pocket holes of sand;

You left me to fall under the rip currents and I 

Selfishly, grudgingly stayed under until

You had long forgotten. 

What is it that we all desire if it isn’t steadfast,

Like all that makes up constellations at dusk.

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