cold november by Emily Sullivani see you
there, on the beach.
splashing around
laughter with water.
i remember smiling,
simply because
your own smile made me.
i sit with him
there, on the barge.
my tears splash around
with vodka.
i remember crying,
simply because
your death was not right. 01/25/2004 Author's Note: for john
Posted on 01/26/2004 Copyright © 2024 Emily Sullivan
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