I have a strong affection
For the place I tried to die.
Make more sense if I loathed it
Or was grateful that it failed
To give me the end I sought
And thought I desired.
But this isn’t gratitude
Nor anything like relief.
I am content to be here.
I have no complaints I lived.
I just feel love for that pond.
It wasn’t a secret place.
I was the secret in it.
No one knew me there.
No one knew that I was there.
The water and the aspens
Could not possibly have cared.
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