I could make a collage
and stick pictures of interest
or take a knife/scissors
and make a mesh
snip out some pics
Glue it with the rest
staple together some sighs
stitch in wishful thoughts
paste that tune I was humming
or a little moan that came out
tie it together into a thought bubble
that endlessly ran the images
of your face
and clip in your voice note
that I tried each night
to imitate
file everything in a phantom bookcase
invisible, surreal, abstract and mine
a wink, a squint, a blink, a smile.
Seconds before swimming 
Moments before diving 
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