Going deeper.
that’s what you wanted
and I couldn’t do it.
Not then.
I was too young, too thin, too beautiful, too desireable –
convinced that all of those things
that even you and I
would last forever.
Believing, I guess
I could always come back for a do-over
a mulligan
another bite of the apple
another dive in the East China Sea
Going deeper.
Now that I want it
it can’t be done.
Not now.
I am too old, too fat, and too many other things
but especially
too wise
to think
even a witch like me
can step in the same river twice.
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