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I really did love you.
Don't forget that.
The small cove
reflected a clear sky.
When I stepped into the water
with bare feet,
the cold sliced into me.
I was riding the back of his motorcycle that day.
We were chasing the sunset
and came upon this secret place.
The initials we carved
into the wet rock
call 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
that summer, long ago,
glitter as they sway beneath the waves.
I sit on the edge of a boat
from which the colors have faded
from long contact with the sand.
I toss pebbles
at my memories.
Low tide in the glass cove
doesn't last long.
I didn't shed many tears either.
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