That wave, undertow envelops,
and through pushing pulls me beneath.
I gasp, choking on salty nothings
fighting fictitious waves to no avail,
for on your tongue an unsaid narrative hangs.
Dying, wrapped at the throat while
trying to sink me, deeper yet
and I succumb, alone, to unrelenting you as
I find myself stuck somewhere
If my feelings could move through the air then maybe they could reach you, the new-found black hole lives between, threatening to swallow all of our, no wait, my, emotions before they can reach you. Yet the sheets, they cover more than the bed as they separate our bodies and our minds, can you feel more than physical touch? Can you feel my heart beating, as it pulsates the air to its loving rhythmic exuding only sweetness and softness for you but as your cold words freeze the air your stress-filled stares shoot down my feelings and I am left laying awake in bed, next to you yet alone, wondering, are we really together?