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  Sep 15 Emma Dulas
Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Emma Dulas Sep 15
Us
It turns out
The only way to fix our relationship was to
End it.

To go back to the way
It was,
We needed a clean slate.

Then,
All of a sudden,
Like the rush of our first kiss
It was like we went back in time.

Closer
Than when we were only
Friends,
But without the romance,
We are just two
People
Who know everything
About each other.
The strangest details
And simplest old
Secrets
Told between covers
And on couches
And on sunny saturday
Afternoons
Between kisses.

The smallest things
You wouldn’t know
Unless you’ve experienced
The whole
Of someone,
In moments
That are raw
And things you could never ask.

You seem so simple to me now.
Just a plain boy
Who tells stories
Makes rashes choices
And just wants to be
Loved.
That was something you and I shared.

My eyes aren’t clouded anymore
And the two of
Us
Are clear
As the night sky,
The same as on that night
We shared
Last summer
At the the beach
When all
We cared for
Was ourselves.

And after
It all,
I’m glad you still
Care.

Because I’ll always care,
Too.

— The End —