dark skin, and dark future.
In a river of water,
and a river of people.
“Sir, you’ll have to leave her.”
No.
Can’t leave.
Can’t stop
clutching these auburn tresses.
Tears and
chest tight.
Eyes see only blurred copper.
Can’t leave.
Can’t stop
caressing these auburn ears.
“Sir, you’ll have to-”
“Wait,” says another. “Sir-
we can take her.”
Ears not working right,
catching only quips.
“...Baton Rouge...”
“...care...”
“...until you return.”
Leaving.
Stopped holding on
only because
I’ll hold her again.
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