Sometimes I get pulled
away by the tide of
thinking about you.

My tea grows cold in
the cup and I hardly
notice that afternoon
has turned into
the rose gold blush of sunset.

I find my feet and arms
treading water while I
wonder if it is not too late
to swim for shore.

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