Every tear is salty

Can you see our reflection
in the brackish waters that is us
It's not I who brought all the salt
nor did you bring all the fresh

But as I gave, you drank it as sweet
lashing at me as it turned bitter
What does it mean for us to float
in this puddle that would be an ocean?



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Written on 2026-05-23 at 12:41

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
You ask if we see our reflection in a lake that is also us? A charged use of poetic license if I ever saw one. Nice.

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2026-05-23