She fishes for him
here.
In his favorite spot.
Wishing
she could cast a line
through time
to him somewhere.
Reel him in
for just a little while.
Borrow him from
the other side
just long enough
to say
"I Love You"
"Goodbye"
"I wasn't ready"
"I won't forget"
The water's too cold.
The wind too strong.
Time allows
no second chances.
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