standing on the bottom of the sea with you…

our hands grip at an old sea cave for leverage

tippy toes drive holes into sand, feet paddling, hands scoop through water

face to face our words under water

blip, drip, surface tension shout out

gotta let go, let my knuckles scrape

lift off… float-drift-fly towards a glimmer of sunlight in the sky’s beyond

see you holding on….. see you look around without me……

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