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Kirsten
Horn
Four Days Can Make One Weak |
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We came together
2 lost passengers
seeking drivers.
We were ready, willing, hoping.
In the other we looked for what we lacked.
Shared strengths,
traded weaknesses
But in everything I held back.
First we walked along the riverbank,
But he dove
in and I waded.
I waved from the beach as
He swirled
in eddies.
I pretended I was in as deep as he,
And fooled
us both.
He believed me - swallowed it
As he had
so many of my lies.
He needed them as much as the water that held him.
He plunged deeper - drowning,
I began to
towel off.
No more "we" - just him and me again.
"We"
is the first part of weak.
They never found his body.
He was still
too far gone.
But I can still feel his skin
All around
and in me.
He became part of me -
And I never
let go that much.