An anchor you were, weighed to the endless bed of ground
pulling me beneath surface, down into depths of the dark.

Strong as you were, I kept slipping through your intertwining cold grip --
I resurrected; I embarked
through the ripples of our refracted memories
(with the rarity of your crystalline glimmered light)

Without you -- your touch;
             I feel the surmise of the surface:
"closer", it whispers with each finger of yours unlatched from mine
further with each breath you drown.

Anchor -- my anchor, you were,
keeping me under the shore, staggered, scattered,
            away from solace
why... When you've finally let go
I am finally floating/drifting away from the light?