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Waves That Pull
One step away
from waves that play.
In that fresh light,
he let go that night.
I thought back then,
that was all it had been.
I stayed to see
each wave hit me.
With heart shut tight,
no stars in sight.
My hands let go,
they moved so slow.
Each night I'd fall
inside the call—
the thoughts so loud,
the cries unbowed.
Maybe it's me
who made him flee…
But how could blame
belong to shame—
a lifeless fish
without a wish,
inside a bowl
with no control?
The water’s gone,
his life moved on.
He stood too near—
the waves pulled clear.
He lost the fight.
He stopped the light.
Too late to mend—
his hands did bend...
but still—
that fish
met no
new end.
_ _ _
In memory of a child with eyes full of waiting and hands left abandoned.
Copyright ©
Hannah Tangestani
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