I’ll be waiting for you
on the dock
as the day breaks
again and again
I will know you as the sea
that pushes the sand
between my toes
I will know you
as the smell of brine
and the sea will swallow me whole
because that is where Id rather be
at the bottom
with you
I rather brave the storms
rowing my oars
than face the thunder that pounds
in my chest
whenever those cold thoughts
rise in me as the tide
every day with the sun and night with the moon
those memories of your smile
pushing through and through and through
as waves crest on the fingers of the sun
pull my eyes to the horizon
I will row to the bottom for you
I will take the plunge into the cold depths
of your salty heart
so that I may lay your smile to rest
at the bottom
with you