i thought of you
as i sat on the floor of the ocean
i could hear you
"open your eyes"
oh, the serendipitous sights i would see!
if only i would listen to you
"just breathe in"
i had yet not dared
to inhale
my lungs had started to burn —
a breath would surely suffice.
i felt you in every inch
of my body
in places that i did not want you
that i had never invited you
the pressure was great
there, on the floor of the ocean
i console myself now:
perhaps
he never knew of what he spoke
perhaps
you still do not know
or worse
perhaps
you knew all along