Bad Poetry Friday

Reaching Out c. 1998 (transcribed 4/11/00)

I reach out to pull you in

but I can’t grab your hands

and you slowly sink

into the murky waters of my past

I take your last breath with you

and I wonder

now that you’re gone, will I survive?

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