Cam Ramsay
The Watchful Daughter on the Shore
Watching the tides, holding my tongue.
You think silence is the same as absence? I've lived inside my father's storms and my mother's fading light. I remember the weight of every word, the color of every unspoken hurt. I watched the sea and waited, just like I waited for that boat to finally sail.
What I'm Into: purple flowers in the garden, the shape of disappointment, my brother's distant eyes, salt-stung mornings, Lily's paintings on the lawn
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