What began as a summer
encounter now drags itself
inexorably through a painful
slog toward an uncertain end.
I see what you cannot say
when you look at me
and turn away toward
the rolling waves. Somewhere
the seismic shift occurred
offshore. We are beyond
almost, beyond part way.
We have fallen but cannot
say the words. Instead,
we watch the tide and summer
retreat into the unknown.
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