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Reluctantly Remembering

We took a pit stop in some gravel parking lot
after driving back from the river where
we used to jump from the rocks.
Looking back on that trip,
the first of too little time spent
there,
I clearly remember you looking me
square in the eyes and saying
without any hesitation
or doubt that you
were in love with me.
A stem tightened somewhere in my chest.
A moment I thought would never
happen.
We fell in love, right there
on that rock.
(When I went back with another,
the water level rose just enough
to cover it and sweep it away).

Maybe I was wrong, after all,
after all the waiting we tried. But to be fair
it was no easy task,
and you know how I get.
But right now,
I wouldn’t mind if we were back
on that rock,
thinking we had our whole future
planned out.

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