I guess it was a fantasy
that words alone could bridge that gap
between your life and mine
desert of sun, ocean of rain
the cleansing warmth attracting us
across the surging emotional tides
ebbing you back and forth
I drowned myself in a sea of liquid haze
just one more, i thought
and i could catch the horizon
feel you flow through me
flood your senses
savor your salty lips mingling with mine
but i cracked open, spilled the worst of me
across your sunlit floor of possibility
then watched the new moon
pull you farther away
standing silently in this puddle of shame
anchored by voices better hidden
beneath my broken surface
now morning enters restlessly
stained pages remain, as you recede
and i speak softly into the quiet stream
of humbled thirst
asking of the fantasy
if words alone can bridge that gap
between your life and mine
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