Out of phase,
Dazed in the mute company of random flotsam 
On this forgotten slow sunlit deck, 
gazing at an empty world. 
I struggle to hold you. 
But against all my efforts, 
even your face blurs. 
I wonder, do the feelings itself fade, 
or only the memory?
Saturday
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