Final Poem For An Estranged Friend

By Andrea Potos

My last dream had me chasing you
along some narrow stone path rising and twisting
on a Greek island mountainside
while I screamed at you to finally believe
I had not wronged you. Still,
you kept your righteous gait.

I awoke exhausted from all
my efforts, recent and past,
decided I must rest.
I remembered, in the dream,
in the darkness beside me lay the Mediterranean
sea of my ancestors, tourmaline and deep
and dazzling by daylight–
water that knew my innocence.  

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