My pockets are heavy
from rocks I found on ***** beaches
I asked you to help
as you walked into the sea
fully clothed
desperate to touch the sun
it makes sense to me now
you were never meant to grow roots in the soil
and I was never a good swimmer
we come from different corners of the same sphere
and I was the one
who found out the hard way
that it is not easy to swim with rocks in your pockets
and I'd imagine that by now
you have realized
that it is not necessary to give your life to the sun
in order for her to keep you warm