Always one step away
from the waves to your right
and my hand to your left.
Always in the middle
between how I saw you
and the edges of my memory.
And always I keep stepping closer.
I think it’s the getting closer
that makes your feet colder as they move back in the water.
And then I begin to forget what you look like.
As your body disappears between the foam in my mind.
The sound of the current drags your voice away.
Your smile disappears beneath the waves.
I know you can swim.
I know you can find your way without me.


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