The ice crunched beneath our feet
As we trailed towards the sea,
Cold air infused with salty tales
Of fisherman that sank long before we.

The boat skipped fast blue waves,
Suddenly my head hit the floor,
I smelled blood, mine and fish alike,
Smiling into the great expanse of sky.

And I saw the wave, long before you did
But you held my hand, and I squeezed back,
For this was our place, in this tiny boat,
The water high above, splashed into lungs.

Even deep in ocean, and after the storm
Glued, even in the most tragic death,
The strongest ones couldn’t pry you off
As our grave was lowered into the earth.