In the crashing of worlds
your hand slipped from mine
gone,
swimming through time.
My screams lost in the weight of water
heavier than life
than hope.
I see your silhouette on the horizon of my future,
a vague hesitation hidden in your actions.
There is fear in this place,
I've yet to distinguish to whom it belongs.
It lurks, watches, and waits
as we do.
It's presence brings a weakening of mind.
Talk to me, you're voice like honey
sweet
thick
tell me more.
You kiss my stomach
so lightly
so softly
waiting
for me to disappear.
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