Amongst The Water

A piece of luggage

You ask me to save you

I held out my hand for you

Should we put our heads amongst the water

And risk falling straight in

I hope I'll meet you there

 

You ask me to wash all over you

I've lost the feeling

My hands slip

I broke our space

 

We are no longer clean

I miss our silent world

Will I meet you there?

Please meet me there

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    I connect with this deeply. The slipping, the loss of feeling, and the repeated hope of meeting again capture how relationships fracture without fully letting go. It feels painfully honest. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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