write about the day your friend died:

there are sunken cities
off the pacific ocean.

places we never heard off,
people we will never come to know.
an entire island,

swallowed into depths of darkness;
stuck in time forever like a broken clock
with only one face for the world.

if she were an island,
she would have been atlantis.

her life a compilation of fiction and hypothesis.

archaeologist have searched,
many in vain, for civilisation,
for prevailing proof of her existence.

like any of this all would matter.

because believe me when i say
that i have spent four years
submerged in the atlantic ocean

and the only thing i found
is that there is
no greater distance than

loving figments of her
ghostly shadow.


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