gale (n).

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I wonder what is left
of our love, and where
it went - I imagine
our love on our sea
that leaves from the
coast we came from
and weathers like
a hull in a hurricane,
lost in sight but
holding breath in hope. 
I imagine our love
some sweet wind
through weathered windows
and into whispers of friends and lovers.

I imagine our love reincarnate
to two more gentle and deserving, 
because I think our love
could use some rest after
weathering our storm.