I stumbled in
and she-
she stumbled too
staring through depths of
endless blue.
Her eyes, they wake you
from the nightmare
daze and dream
keeping you focused on what
it means to be.
I am empty handed, lost
and she-
she is too
without the whole you'd expect
from her.
"That's ok, that's ok,"
the words we whisper out
just to count the times
it's happened is to waste
your limited days and
the numbers never matter
against the light blue waves.
And "thank you this means the world"
is never far from the tongue
the hourly bell never noticed, always rung
there are no words we have to say
the poetry speaks like blood.
But she feels some distance away,
the thing we will never take
because it's too precious where it lay.
We must preserve behind glass
that priceless, infinite blue.
No one can touch it,
especially not me.
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