what was and where have i gone

there is a soft call to me

the whistle between teeth

i wish i could move toward the sound.

imbibed with a small whiskey,

i miss the secrets you told me

and in turn i keep my own.

i feel i have fallen off your radar

and am past the tower that once caught your eye.

i lay in the river in total silence.

you may never have thought i could

go past you without making a sound

but when i drown, all of my heavy footsteps break too.

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