Separation (2)

But separation can’t be stilled;
It crops up somewhere new.
And, even though your pain is killed,
There’s more to pain than you.

It travels like a shining wave
From where a stone’s been thrown
Into a picture-perfect grave
Where each one lies alone

And crashes on the virgin shore
Of those you’ve left behind.
To you, though, they were nothing more
Than shadows in your mind.

But they in turn shall separate
The love they bore you from your hate.

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