I’m falling
And you’re not
The vast ocean spills from my brim
And from you, whispers so paper thin
As I calm you to a still, hopeful pond
And from you, only a reflection of the thought
That maybe I could breathe under water, love
And from you, a filled bottle about to bust
It shatters, broken glass burrows deep
And from you, shining, never as you seem
I shattered and you did not
This isn’t the story I thought
Nor anticipated
And from you, no surprise your wounds have already faded