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two years

By snaomi, Cheshire, CT

the rain reminds me of you now,
drops as small as your hands

you are gentler now than you have ever been

slipping between my grasping fingers

time liquefies between us,
and i am carried away

i am fighting the current,
and i am losing

there is no way to rescue you anymore

but, i won't understand until

the last wave crashes

over your perfect, black hair,
or is it seaweed? is it?

floating so close and too,
too far away

to save

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