water

i’ve lost all my dreams,
she said.

she has placed them in little brown bottles
and dispensed them to little old ladies.

i remember floating just there,
she said,
wondering how deep and what else lies.

she looks over at the setting sun,
behind the horizon of the lake
her profile aglow.

it’s not empty,
she said,
just lost, hidden.

her eyes are somewhere else.
i am coming, she said.
she is already gone.

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