Our affinity used to fly
above the surface.
With your soul intertwined with mine,
we waltzed through ballrooms and
ran through colossal hallways,
our fingertips fused together.
Now I reach for your hand
in the vast depths of oceans.
But nature’s affliction drifts you
too far from my own grasp.
My heart aches with sea salt
when it used to beat with ecstasy;
The ecstasy from your warm touch,
your laughter, your incredulous hymn,
your earnest existence, the ecstasy from you.
And it’s haunting to know that
I’ll wash up on shore as our
reality becomes dilapidated.
Can two souls still waltz together
even when one has perished?
I don’t ever want to find out.
I’m simply too afraid of letting you go.
Published on October 1st, 2022
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