Submerged Words

I came home last night

To the realization

That we both reach

With outstretched arms

And fingertips to grip

The inky black of that

Emptiness

Help me trace the way

Back and forth

Slowly till we reach, speak

The words that echo

In the back of our minds

Minds

Minds submerged

Eager for oxygen

Air, life

To live without him

Is to breathe without lungs

Impossible

Fate takes away taste

But buds

Feel him on the tip

Of a tongue

Riddled with poetics, let it

Just happen

I think aloud, out now

With these thoughts

That thought their way to the surface

Blindly, pushing, pressing on

And on

But not without him

He thinks of him, of her

Swims to her

Drowns instead

For fear of first touching her

Burned by hurt

And here I am

Burning the midnight oil

On the bare,

Soft, warm, canvas of his skin

In a dim room

Lauryn's ballads echo softly

As the possibility of we

Dances circles around logic

And I am getting heavy eyed

For this honey eyed dream

So I sleep

And account for the minutes

Spent

Taking into consideration the realization

I came home to

Last night

After my cell phone

Sung me his song

And offered me his voice