My words have gone —
Lost
In the roil and roar
Of the tide
Chasing mirth
At the bare ankles
Of sandy feet
Strolling the shoreline
Where my thoughts
Have scampered away
On thin, sprightly legs
Into a sapphire oblivion
Without looking back
Leaving me behind
To mindlessly ponder
The exact moment
A small rip
Appeared in my leggings…
I visited an island with my friend and at the end of the day, while we sat watching the waves, I noticed a tiny tear in my favorite leggings 😥
OMG! The same happened with me – I have this one perfect pair of leggings and a few weeks back after a night at my friend’s house, I came back to see a tiny tear in them and it broke my heart. 🥺 Perfect leggings are SO hard to come by.
And your poem works perfectly because I can’t figure out either when or how I ended up tearing them.
SO hard to come by!! I can’t even work out how it even tore in that place since it couldn’t have snagged on anything. I don’t even think patching mine up will make sense 😫 but I’ll still give it a try.
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