Flotsam and jetsam
The remainders of the shipwreck of my heart

You, the feckless captain
jumped ship long ago
Swimming away to sin on shores unknown

The sun keeps on rising and setting
Setting, rising
Rising, setting
A certainty we can rely on

Yet here I stay
A wreck
Laying, prone, on this unforgiving reef
Of spent and squandered lust

A sea of my own making
Around me, ebbs, flows

How quickly can a broken heart take anchor?
I’d really like to know

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