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I really did love you.
Don't forget that.
The small cove
reflected a clear sky.
When I stepped barefoot into the water,
the cold sliced right into me.
I'd ridden on the back of his motorcycle
that bygone day.
We'd come upon this secret place
as we sought the sunset.
The initials we carved
into the wet rock
are calling back lost time.
Even if I removed my bracelet
and buried it in the sand,
the white band of skin around my wrist
wouldn't vanish, now would it?
The initials we carved
back in that long-gone summer
glitter as they sway within the waves.
I'm sitting on the edge of a boat
from which the colors have faded
on account of long contact with the sand.
I'm throwing pebbles at my memories.
Low tide in the glass cove
doesn't last very long.
I didn't shed many tears either.
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