I now feel the clay beneath my fingers;
looking around at the gazing strangers.
I cry my tears.
Creating mirrors from my mind.
Her face in time.
I want her again.
In aquatic world frail body lost its oxygen.
Still, I found no release.
Now, my delicate love has joined the deceased.
She left that warm summer’s night.
Not a fear nor a care.
She… encompassed with joy and delight.
If only for a moment.
A glimmer in time…
Now you know the story;
tell no one my crime.
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