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Dec 2018
Dear Caleb,

The sweet smell of caramel
dripping from the ocean
                 my words
As I stir my coffee
Tears careening my already
wet face,
There seems to be no fix
But to end it,
Blind to all else
I cannot wait to -
Take that next leap
                Off
Into the raging waters,
that will suffocate
and
Swallow me whole
As my lungs
Fill with water
And my sight is
Nothing but haze
A hand on my back guides me
To shore
Words perform CPR
Until my heart starts beating
And I am back on my feet.
Lifted from the sands
Carried on,
As if horseback
Into a sky of cerulean;
If only I knew
Your name..
Then I could thank you,
No matter how
Many times you say
It is unnecessary.
You’ve said it a thousand times,
Why can’t I hear it?
What is it about
Such true friendship
That a self destructive person
Cannot understand?
What is it about love
That I seem not to understand?
This poem highlights the relationship I have with my best friend Caleb. Someone who, no matter the day, time, or situation, is always there.
Trelon Grant
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Trelon Grant  19/M/Charlotte, NC
(19/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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