I can almost recall the moments
When sleep was even romantic…
And we danced to those songs
Rather than screamed…
Even pictures lived happily on the walls…
What comfort I found in the order of life
Before things turned ugly and we took love for a swim at the beach…
‘Oh, it is just a slight dip’ you said
‘She’ll only get her feet a tad wet…’
What a lie that was my dear…
Six months later and the two of you have yet to resurface
From catching something short of an undertow….
This has left me to assume that dips to females mean
A never-ending dive
And I pray
I pray to God above that you never find the bottom….
Because you do indeed deserve to drift aimlessly along
Or drown
At some point before we run out of eternity….
You’ll never catch me leaving out a life raft for you… |
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