no i’ll just let you be he says

no i’ll just let you be he says
the water that flows out of the faucet
—clutching
dazed cupped hands
decanting from one hand to the other
morphed into fists—
i tried to hold you
though i can’t
or couldn’t
hot
cold
which one were you?

© 2016, Quiyet Brul

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