III
Darkness.
In the river of memories, I
close my eyes,
hear you breathing in
dark waters.
These are untested places, unrecognizable sights
that I'm faced with.
Uncreated memories, shelved away secrets which
fester
When I think about them.
You sink in deeper, becoming a speck
in this darkness.
In this darkness that I create, I
lose you.
And you smile coyly, slightly, hiding
behind the folds of water
waiting for me to
follow.
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