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Even so,

We have lost the tides my friend

We used to pretend to break the thrust with

our tiny feet

and dare one another on a cold day to

immerse our bodies

Those days, like infinite minutes, we would

walk upon the sand and care for nothing

Yet, I have kept the letters

even the ones partially burned, their

edges crumbling like hard bread

When once, we had loved others

and danced in Spain with women who

looked like heartbreak

You came back to me, in the fourth year

Your hair returned to its natural color

I had no space for you then

So I wrote the ghost out, and you

left me alone like I had always wanted

Even so,

with words we would sew each other marvelous cloth

and the skill of your hand enticed me

Until one night, I let you tell me where you had been

Except, I had never left

I had stayed in the clutches, and continued to visit the shore

I may never understand why you broke from me

Why the ocean couldn't bring you back all those years

It is your story to be told

and I don't quite think I want to know it.