you might want to die, every
second takes you away
from this held breath, this
exact ripple in the lake. I
would dive off this train, chase
that small wave, like a tear
down your face. You can
photograph or recreate,
you can trace his signature,
but it's not your name.
Bravery is in leaving
a perfect day behind,
not knowing when the next
will come.
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