Sunday, August 15, 2010

Lives That May Have Been


Up until this point
I thought it was over
this loss of hope and wonder
Of the life that may have been
the lives that may have been
Up until now
Our roads were one
my little hand was in yours
encased
Salt water air was in my dreams
While I drowned in your voice.
I drowned
I've drowned
You stayed afloat
With outstretched hand
no longer encased
but lifted up
and released.
I can't reach
sinking
I haunt the Oceans with lost fishermen.

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