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Saturday, August 5, 2017

Remedy

It's the momentary buzz
the high from those first
few words exchanged. 
It's the words that make
you forget why or how 
you were so sad just 
moments ago.
It's the tide rushing 
over your feet
or for once
letting the wind blow 
through your hair
allowing it to feel good
and you, alive.
Wishing this moment
could remain 
in all the days to come
as the memory of loss
sadness, blame
fade into the background
like a shadowy figure
lurking offstage
one you thought 
you knew 
but the image 
less and less distinct
hazy, more like fog 
burning off the morning
disappearing into the sky
until it appears no more.

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