Wednesday, February 27, 2019

it's no secret

The lines on the pages
are those of the fisher,
who reels in his catch diligently,

Each word I write,
I fish for you,
casting my net as wide as the web,
hoping to snag you
in my currents.

I write to bring you back across the ocean
into an impossible embrace in my arms.

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