xviii - reach.
i miss my family.
they are still
here physically,
but they still seem
distant.
like they have been
out of reach for so long.
like a fish swimming naively
in the water with a hook
on its mouth.
i man that pole
but every time i try to reel
it back, the line snaps
and they drift farther away.
-ea
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