You left me tracing pictures in the water,
With my fingers, and my tongue, and my hair.
And while you left I thought I walk on water.
you returned, I was no longer there.

And you thought that you could dive down to catch me,
You thought you saw my face far in the deep,
But darling, you didn’t need to catch me,
not everything can forever keep.

And I’m so sorry that I lead you to the water,
Because I know you never learned to float,
While your lungs burned, searching neath the water,
I was cradled, rocked to sleep, in a row boat.

I thought at first that you had come to save me,
Because you never stooped searching neath the surf
But I wonder if you really came to own me,
Because you needed to poses something of worth.

You should know that either way “I miss you”
Because my whim has left you lost somewhere at sea
And maybe someday I will find you,
Washed ashore with all the other beach debris.

But for now I’m tracing pictures in the water,
My hands following ripples in my wake,
Because I know somewhere off beneath the water,
You can feel my fingers dancing on the lake.