How do we come together the morning after? The morning after a fight. The morning after I criticize you, or you me. The morning after insults are hurled and accusations are made.
At the Water’s Edge
If I knew he was dying I would have savored that diving lesson. I would have held onto every word he said, written down his instructions, treasured the tone in which he called me Cupcake. I would have hugged him harder, and more often. And I would have stayed at the water’s edge until I got it just right.
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