You and I were passing ships in the night, but you slowed, shouted over the water asking if you could travel with me, change your course
and so I put down my anchor to adjust to you until you heard the Sirens calling in the distance,
you hurried off into the darkness before I could even notice
the emptiness of the water around me now significantly more prominent in your place
the waves recede and I stand there wondering what it feels like to submerge, to let them and the vacant space wash over me until the water fills my lungs
but only for a moment
the ship must move forward as it did before
it is not an option to jump overboard
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