Edit: Wilmington, 6/20/2017 (f/4, ISO-1600, 1/15 sec)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


It’s 2am

and we’re digging our toes into the sand.

We’ve left her behind again,

a casualty to impulsivity. 


 
We’re digging our toes into the sand.

3 hours of driving in the middle of the night, our stamina

a casualty to impulsivity.

It begins to drizzle.


 
3 hours of driving in the middle of the night, our stamina

somehow refreshing

as the drizzle continues.

We aren’t thinking about her.


 
Somehow refreshing

our memories, the crashing waves whisper,

“We aren’t thinking about her.”

The sand is cold and hard.  
 

Our memories smooth with the crashing waves, whispering

as I snap photos.

The sand is cold and hard

and my flash isn’t working properly.


 
I snap photos

attempting to capture the safety we feel.

My flash isn’t working properly

but I can edit them later.
 

Attempting to capture the safety we felt,

I peruse pictures of shirts off, skin glistening in moonlight and camera flash.

I attempt to edit them.

I want to show her adventure.


 
I try to show her pictures of shirts off, skin glistening in moonlight and camera flash.

She winces. 

I want to show her adventure.

She sees something different.


 
She winces.

It’s 2am

and all she sees

is that we’ve left her behind again. 


Submitted: May 24, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Very effective with the repetition, and a good example of differing views.

Sun, May 24th, 2020 7:00pm

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