i had a dream last night. you showed up at my school shouting my name as you paced up and down the hall. we were going to go driving to the coast in your convertible on saturday, but you couldn't wait. you knew you shouldn't be there, i was going to catch trouble. i thought of shutting the door and pretending i wasn't there, but i couldn't. my friends giggled, my face red with shame.i ran into the hallway. you saw me and cried. when i reached out for you, you fell into a hole. i couldn't see the bottom. gone. your left shoe remained, a sole reminder of your existence. tattered laces and the faint smell of yesterday.
sitting beside the pool is not the same as a walk by the beach.
the truth is difficult most of the time.
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