Building Sandcastles

I don't think I love you... anymore
at least not in that sense
but I do care still
and would like to take your hand
leading you out of troubled times
the deep waters of which
you wade in still.
I see the dreams you used to have
blowing in the winds
giving up so much of what you were
I would like to help you build again
your sandcastles of hope
and to help you find your way
out of the jungle of webs
entangling, dragging you down
out into the open country
and the freedom of beach waters
to kiss you awake
to find your tomorrows of happiness.

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