Romance of endings

A sunlit wave
and a desire to bloom.
And there we were,
a thousand kisses-
one more left.
You spoke me into life.
A single word,
to be held on to.
There is no end, just
summer’s yellowed field.
And new waves,
whispering love talk.

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