Lamp

I took a picture of you
the sun was setting behind the trees.
a thick mist was rolling in below you
wearing a ripped tank top,
and your shortest shorts fought the heat.
you were shouting with your arms raised to the sky,
you begged-
begged for a breeze or cold rain
anything to wash away the dirt.
a smile still gently rested on your face
attitude was always expected.
-I took a picture of you.
for if the rain fell too hard that evening i needed reassurance
that you wouldn't disappear
i needed to know
that you would never float away.

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