There are so many poems I could write if only you were not an ocean away but your eyes are like a ripple into the sea and the words you've held on to left your body shipwrecked and crinkled
If only your fingers could find mine underneath the ocean underneath the surface beneath the soil the fire the land where reality fills a gap where imagination sinks in
The world may pull you from your sleeves but Atlantis can reach you from the weakest parts of your knees to the lines on your lips
There are so many poems I could write if only you were not an ocean away If there was an alternate universe I would be writing your name across the spider web stars
I would dig into the deepest parts of your mind where you keep all of your bad thoughts
I would collect each of them with my bare hands and I would remind you "this is how I fell in love with you."