I have Been Wading

On the
Ocean of
Missing you
For So Long,

I’m getting
Scurvy
Over here.

—-

I have the
Cabin Fever of
Missing you.

—-

The Creatures
Of us

Live on in the
Deepest parts
Of my memorseas.

Not a day
Goes by

I don’t
Hold my breath
To Dive back in
And Pull them out;

Basking them
in the sun
Of mynd’s surface.

—-

Our sea monsters
Shine brightly when
Allowed in daylight.

—-

I’m keeping
The map;

Charting course
To our
Buried treasures.

I haven’t
Forgotten
Where
X marked

Our spots———-
—So Many Times.

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