your old body lost floating among white waves the currents carried you away toward the estuary like driftwood we stretched out for you we could have been your rocks your buoys but you turned your face so you wouldn’t see our tears and the salt on our lips I wished for a moment I was a fish to swim with you for a while through the billows but all we could do was stand on the shore and watch you disappear .
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