Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Joshua 22: In Writing

And when you say No
I see my own face
disappear, like the waters
between us have washed me
away,  a wave rolling
over my eye,
my mouth and its call
carried away on the current
your turned back a wall
encircling, and all I can do is
stare downward till
I vanish, leaving
only an echo
you don't want to hear.

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