A Smooth Sea

You still
take anchor
in my dreams;
hold fast like
a trick of light,
a good thing.

You,
are the question
that I’m still answering.
Thought closure
was closed doors
but you came back—

why’d you come back?

Wasn’t once enough
to leave me
wading?

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