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Cassandra May 2013
dreaming
you wore my jeans
we laughed at tourists
i shot
your every move
with my camera
looking at travel brochures
burnt fig icecream
first coffee date
water's edge
you stabbed me
with your spoon
i floated
out to sea
Cassandra May 2013
it felt like a break-up
we weren't lovers

you could have left me
sublime with hope
days
months
years
in that
gentle silence

i would have spent
the rest of my life
your wife

possibility
happily wed

even the doctor says
one good hope
is worth a cartload of certainties

— The End —