Underwater

Underwater

under you

it’s all the same

and I can scarcely find the breath

I need

to tell you all the things

you need

to know...

Little things, like

“I love you,”

before I go.

Just for the night.

Retreating

into separate rooms,

our strong young hearts still

beating, beating

and these temporary homes

will fill up with skeletons and

bones--

the ghosts of our past

before we go.

But here we stay until

we can find a place to call our own

where there will be

no more

retreating

if you wish to stay.

We can keep our old hearts

beating, beating

together, if you stay.