in the sand

you stood outside
like a stranger
known but forbidden
you were no mangy real
taking the time to pester
my aloof but overexcited
good friend

you were a tempest
a wave riding in
holding your breath
at the bottom of a riptide
and now
you haven’t moved at all

it’s like your feet
were always stuck
in the sand

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