I've already worn a path
on the floorboads
of this empty house
while searching the closet,
the cupboards,
the cabinets
underneath the sink,
for words that I could use
to hook on a fish line.
To use it as a bait
to reel this ache
out of the deepest
part of me
just so I can throw it
back to the sea
and watch it swim its way
towards the light
of the sinking sun.
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