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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