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November 12, 2007
On a boat, we were sailing, there was a still moment, like inhaling. I couldn’t tell if we were together, your face was yours but looked like another. My choices I kept written on papers with lines, scribbled my plans then watched them all fly. You were smiling because you wanted that but you were broken by my lack. I could see your eyes, pooling up with tears such a surprise. I was drifting then on my own, in a row boat without oars, it was freeing and it was frightening but I am used to being far from shore.