Between you and me
What are things? For we are friends.
Clubbed at the hip, you and I,
Facing each other eye to eye.
I see an ocean in you,
You see a dessert in me.
Am swimming without a life boat or jacket,
Alone my hands carry me on.
You reach your hand into me
And shake my bowels out.
I cough and gasp and
Wrap my hands against air I don’t have.
You stare and watch me drown
Going underneath the waters,
As I plummet, you come beside me
And watch my body seep into the world under.
You wave and see me off;
I go knowing you were a fraud.
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