I’ve always loved the lake in my hometown. I can’t count how many days I spent laying on the beach, and all the nights I spent staring out across the water. Hoping to find whatever it was I was still searching for. Then one day I did find it. I found you; and suddenly the lake wasn’t the only thing keeping me anchored to that town. It broke my heart when I left. It breaks my heart every time I go back and find myself alone again; staring out across the water, searching for something that is long gone.
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E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
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