You said you lived your life underwater.
Here I stand at the shoreline as the water meets my feet.
And you’re somewhere out there, but so far out of reach.
I’ll let the waters stand between us as a testament to the vast emptiness that exists there now.
I will scream across the tides, don’t fight the waves.
The water will always win and I was never much of a swimmer.
I can’t keep saving you.
I am still bleeding over an unreachable coastline,
but I will always remind you that letting go isn’t the same as giving up.
I hope that one day you learn to swallow that water instead of drowning.
Until that day I hope the water washes away your sins and blessed be.