Almost Seeing

I don’t know where it came from
the image of our feet next to each other in the surf
but it was there this morning.
It wasn’t a memory-
at least I don’t think it was.

But this is the piece that was so painful.
I knew it was our feet,
the shape of them,
the way my big toe looks just like yours,
but when I would turn to look at you,
you were gone.
The light was too bright in my eyes
or something grabbed my attention
but all that I had was our feet.

So I looked down at our feet
and then I looked out toward the horizon
and I cried.

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