c'est la vie

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We float -- float with me --
so tenuously on the warm skin of the water,
threading through the swells of the ocean.
Looking up into the breathless sky,
forgetting for a moment this burden of being light,
wasn't it you that I saw instead?
You, the depthlessness of blue.

Who knew, who knew
Who knew that between the beats of my heart
you would carve this other space,
this other home,
a glassy margin in the breaking surf...
It's not difficult to say goodbye.
To avoid that one last lingering draught of each other's eyes.

But to keep from trying
Trying to drag the memory of your face out of oblivion,
to keep from searching for a way to return home...
Who knew, who knew.

Aug. 2, 2007.