Echoes

You

You hold me together

like the rind of a watermelon surrounds

its heart

You

You dry my tears

like the desert sun soaks up

lost rain

You

You fill me

like the ocean waves brim into

my palm

(warm, daring me to dive too)

You

You, sometimes, are missing

like my favorite fourth grade sweater,

belovedly absent

And I hear a voice

where your hand goes,

whispering sweethearts.

Are those the echoes of a moment

just a heartbeat past,

or

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