holding my breath – poem
holding my breath
by K.
I ran 2000 miles to the edge of the sea
without pause or care to watch the road’s
ribbon unraveling behind. Or to see you
at the end of it pulling threads.
What was important
was the salt, was to sink my longing
into the clinging red sands, was to shake you from me
cast you into the fathomless waters
like a small round stone.
and there i stood four years
eyes fixating on green hills of a distant shore
ankle deep and bitter,
begging the feckless tides to take you
and yet you return
again and again, washed up by the waves
crashing down before me, threatening
to pull me under.
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