~ I'll Learn To Swim ~

She sits there, fingers twitching erratically Hands clasping, unclasping over each other With the sunlight fracturing through rippled eyelids I imagine I can almost see right into her eyes Like paper soaked through with tears But then she lowers her head Shoulders sag from her weighted thoughts Rays now falling to her ocean of hair I wouldn't mind But I can see the weariness she feels She sits cross legged But yet her back is weathered with unlived age Her half smile barely reaches her lips And her eyes They're closed to contain the break lapping under her lashes They're closed to trap the tears threatening to become lakes They're closed and I don't mind There's never a shortage of her to immerse myself in Now it's her hands Her hands are still moving Wrinkles disturbing the still waters Visions of waves promising to drag me down To suffocate me among the depths of all I love of her Trust me I won't mind

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