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In Retrospect,
We spend days
On the glimmering shallows
On the end of the river.
You tried catching small fish
With a makeshift trap and twigs
The fish would get away,
The trap too fragile,
The fish too slippery,
You being too slow,
I laugh and you tell me off.
I climb the branches and jump in the water
Not fearing the stones underneath,
Nor the violent rush of the current.
I trusted the shallow waters.
You climb a rock to sit beside me,
You etch your name on my skin,
Flaking white, through the burnt canvas,
Then you swam away,
Your master needs his goat tended.
Going through the mirror,
I look at my canvass,
No longer burnt in days under the yellow globe
Searching for marks you left months before;
But like it you have disappeared.
A fish that slipped away,
Broken through my fragile traps,
Living only a gap.
xoxo,
