UNTITLED 3

Cold steel water (can you feel that?)
Where are you, lost in the sea?
I can hear the waves
They crash my thoughts
But soothe
I don't even know where to look. . .
What have I lost?
Lucky stars, I predicted you.
(some things breathe on their own.)

I just want you to be here,
but you're not.
Maybe never again, for all I know.
Maybe I've lost you.
(you were never mine to lose anyway.)

---Christine Fair
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