I wrote these lines in trying to create a memory of a particularly sad feeling. In the moment it seemed to convey the pathos but revisiting after days, much of the affect seems to have faded.
Two oceans of pain between us
Yours cobalt and mine ultramarine
Sadness froths where they meet
White foam begging for one love
The change of feeling associated with the words, reminded me of the Azar Nasifi quote from Reading Lolita in Tehran
You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again
There was not much to miss in this case but what had become the past was that strange feeling that prompted these words, the person I was at the moment I wrote them and the mental place I inhabited at the time that is now gone never to return quite the same way.
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