Tuesday, December 6, 2016

And there we swayed
on a sinking ship
with a broken smile
and a bloody drip

Around my shoe
forming a puddle
missing time
nothing but subtle

cries of anger
and manic laughs
with boiling souls
and sarcastic banter.

The water rising
now stealing our necks
Our hands clasp
our legs intersect.

The silence is enough
to scare me to death
which is fitting
as I have not one breath

I should have said it
I should have ran
I should have played with them
more in the mountains and in the sand

I should have left this space
and seeked out more
more as in less
more as in to soar.

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No one can really know Everything about you, but

I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.
Nadine Gordimer