Fearless Day

I still believe
it was a good thing what we did
that Saturday.
I clutched at strings that
might have snapped without my pull,
and you dug your heels
into a second that
wanted to fling itself backwards.
However it might have ended,
that Saturday shines
like a newly lit match
every time I turn to it,
its echo of light ever brighter.

– Valentina Cano

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