Drowned Love
Down Broadway, laughter spills and sways,
voices like sharp bells ring out through neon haze.
Yet in the darkness, my truth remains—
drowned love wraps and immures in chains.
At midnight an April moon glows,
A giant star in silence throws
its silver threads upon the deep,
on restless waves that seem to weep.
By the sea, where seagulls call,
I hear the past, but not it all.
For love is trade, a harsh barter,
some grow bright, while others falter.
The tide will turn, the winds will shift,
but not for me—but not to me.
Like fragile blooms—blue squills in spring,
some loves take root, yet never cling.
And so beneath the midnight star,
I walk alone, from near to far,
not lost, not found, just a love to be
sinking into the waves, drowning in the sea.
WoPoLi 
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