I wait for your text good morning as you typical send but it doesn't come. I awake to nothing this morning. And I wonder if it was because I was too much last night. Did I send you too many photos? Was it because I was not longer someone to catch, but already a fish on your hook ready for you to throw me back in and look for another. Could you tell I wanted to tell you. I loved you as I held my breath at the end of our phone call.
Did you remember the realization that we could never be?
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
