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In Love with Uncertain Future

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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