Barely breathing, barely alive,
you strive to keep me going.
My hands reached out
and yours did too
while hers did not.

Different lobsters fighting in my head,
one is dead
the other didn't have to fight
she is now my favourite light.

She's pulling me
out of my misery
slowly
carrying me
to my safe place
a new and healthy trace
to follow in the sand
while the other banned
and left me understandably.