Drowning For You

There’s the hope that something sought
something that might be a recollection
of a moment
of a desire
of a night
which stretched from sunset into dawn.
A viable texture
something time holds out
as a type of torture
hanging just out of reach
so that every recollection
will never quite be
never quite live up to
never quite allow
similar moments
to feel the same.

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