I rode across the river
on the back of something
that did not cry out
under my weight.
I reached the other muddy bank,
found turtles sunning themselves
and did not turn around.
I heard your voice.
I survived long enough to
get to the other side and look down
from the top of this ferris wheel.
I realized how small you are.
I realized you could fit in my heart.
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