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The One That Got Away

You were there with me
when we started, so strong and insistent,
but, now, you are nowhere in sight.
I search for you under rocks,
wear bones and feathers, and do the dance
so you come down again like the rains
or like the light that shines through the clouds.
Yet, you have the shape of the wind,
and the grit to run away and
leave me stranded,
locking my fingers on the keys.
There is nothing I can do now, but let you go,
for I don’t know how to trap speed.
So I collapse and inflate with distaste
as if I am hanging from my feet,
unseen, against the pages.