I can’t remember when it was good.
Through bleak times we could laugh
against any murky and dingy falsehood.
Now we play with each in this deluded
Now we play each other in this deluded choreograph.
We’re both swimming away.
There, across the ocean, lies the bay.
That was a nice walk,
That was a nice walk, when a seaside splash proclaimed friendship
That was a nice walk, when a seaside splash proclaimed friendship and the sunset elongated the hour-hand on the clock.
Back then, we were like many different ships.
Warship: who was stronger than us?
Flagship: who radiated more than us?
Kinship: who understood us better than us?
Ownership? Membership? Did we outstrip us?
We sunk each other.
We fought to be each other’s mother,
We fought to be each other’s mother, and through the ashes, we were smothered.
In truth, our ship ignored the traffic.
In the world, there are many demographics,
In the world, there are many demographics, geographically laid out as a connection
In the world, there are many demographics, geographically laid out as a connection across the collection of the world.
We were isolated in a frigid fishbowl.
Our ship was shellfish.
Our ship needed to come to harbour.
It needed an emotional anchor.
I sit starboard;
I sit starboard; you sit port.
We will both wait.
We will let each other know when we are ready to take another dip.