pretend I am the face of a cliff
on the shore of some unknown sea
pretend you are the waves
hell bent on wearing me down
you are water
and I am earth
of course this is how we must meet.

but I am always changed -
you seem to always be the same.

when the tide goes out
when your water born army makes a hasty retreat
I am a little smaller
pieces in different places
rearranged
changed.
you seem to always be the same.
but that’s just on the surface -
we sometimes forget what’s underneath.
you have taken pieces of me with you
even if you didn’t want to.

- Jared