It's never been clear to me
how close we could have been,
no matter how many times I rise up
at dawn to engage you in the light.
I walk just close by
everywhere you try to reach me,
pushing little rocks out of the way,
and teasing me with your splash.
We never had any conversations,
just quiet promenades until the sun
was golden in your skin, in my eyes
until they hurt with golden tears-
That's when I knew
I had my fill of you.
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