Our love,
Reminds me of a sinking
ship.
It began to fall apart as soon as we
had begun to
float.
And, while you caught a boat
to tomarrow,
I was caught in the seas of yesterday.
But,
What really killed me,
was not drowning.
No.
It was when I begged you for a life saver,
and you tossed me a crate.
Full of our problems.
So now and then I have to remember what I'm holding on to.
What made us sink,
in the first place.
