Almost Touching!
From tip to tip,
We're closing the spaces.
Tides receding, ebbing now,
Has brought us closer still.
Me on my island,
You in the shore side palace.
Coming nearer, breathing stronger,
'Til we're almost touching.
The pier worn out,
None can travel o'er.
Has left me stranded here,
Waiting for you to come.
But twice per day,
I know your closeness.
The sense of almost touching,
Which keeps my soul alive.
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