we sat
in stagnant water
spilling ourselves over the sides
hunched across one another
your head tipped back
my fingers on your spine
dripping our loneliness down our arms
washing it off
pulling it down the drain
your hands cupped
bringing water to my neck
following it down my shoulder blades
again
and again
eyes glassy
bathing you with my hair
and thinking
that we could get used to this
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