Echoes of us ripple through
time like stones skipped, slicing
icy surfaces of winter waters,
thawing. Fumes fog mirrors of lost conversations
confusing things I’m certain you said - all
you’d deny that I did - breath
steaming our rose-tinted glasses, wilting.
Hearts beat against an electric current, leaping
upstream with spectral salmon desperate to
escape inevitables, flee set in stone
choices. Those words...
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