Poetry

I started with this paragraph and played with it ... I had help.

When the moon is my only companion
I plunge myself into memories of us 

and swim in the river of blurred dreams

When the moon is my only companion,
I plunge into memories of us
and swim the river of blurred dreams.

The water carries your voice,
stretched thin by distance and time,
and I let it pull me under—
not to drown,
but to remember how breathing once felt
beside you.

When the moon is my only companion
I close my eyes and my mind to thoughts
of living days when happiness was
easy as breathing,
when laughter did not echo back
like a question unanswered.

The night listens without judgment,
silver light stitching memories—
a face I once held close,
dreams that learned how to fade.
I stay still,
afraid that if I move,
even the moon
might leave.

When the moon is my only companion,
I plunge into memories of us—
the water colder than I expect.

I swim the river of blurred dreams,
where the current tugs at my ankles
and every shape looks like you
until it doesn’t.

I don’t reach the other shore.
I just keep moving,
quiet enough not to wake the past.

I'm told this is a poignant image—using the isolation of the night to navigate the fluid, often hazy boundary between what was real and what remains in your mind.

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