Two lovers Standing on the side Of a ship, peering down To the sea below.
I was the southern belle With one hand on my coin purse And the other on my cap, holding It in place despite the breeze Sweeping off the sea.
You were the southern gentleman One hand in your pocket, toying with Your antique watch that always seemed to Be a minute late, and the other on the Railing, keeping you steady as you Squint ahead in an attempt to Separate the seams of Sky and sea.
A wave of mass proportion Heaves the ship to one side, Causing me to slip from the Balcony and into the railing.
You immediately tear your eyes From the sky and into mine as you Reach for me, grabbing my hands And attempting to pull me to safety.
But the ship leans, And I slide over the side, Your hands the only thing Anchoring me to anything.
You are under the impression That you can pull me in, but the Sea has something else in mind. It rocks the ship, throwing me Against the side and then Tossing me back out again.
Your eyes are desperate, Your grip is sturdy, But your body is A victim of Gravity.
I can feel you Leaning further Over the side, your Eyes still searching mine.
I know that If I continue to Hold the hand that Has always saved me, It will only endanger you.
So I pull My fingers From your grasp And watch your eyes As I fall to my death, but I know that I have saved you.