1—10
Without
Mark Sanders
2—10
That was our last summer together.
3—10
Tide comes in.
4—10
Tide goes out.
5—10
Tide comes in.
6—10
Tide goes out.
7—10
Until it didn’t.
We didn’t think we were a group until you were missing.
There were no beams of light. No fast moving vans. No crime scenes.
Gone.
You were just gone.
8—10
9—10
I suppose that ring burned in the grass could have been more significant than I thought at the time. I probably should have made a bigger deal as the water turned brown.
Although we’ve gradually gotten used to what isn’t, I miss what was.
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