I can't see it.
Not gentle breeze on your face
Not a cold bottle on the back of your neck.
Not the ruthless sun.
Salt water on your mouth.
Somebody squeezing your shoulder.
A lingering look
Or a slap across your face.
It isn't when you drop to your knees
Hair falling into your face
A cold chest.
Sweat and tears drawing maps on your cheeks.
Look up to the sky.
Try and swallow.
But maybe,
It is that we can do it again, and again, and again.
For the reasons we are.
The people we love.
And Him.
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