His worst fear was drowning.

Her’s was of never touching waves.

 

All he could see were the harsh storms brewing

in her wandering eyes,

and was afraid of how the moon’s light

fractured upon her.

 

All she could see were the beauty of his tides

that pulled her away from chaos within

and into depths of unexplored wonder.

 

However, this was not the story

of boy afraid to swim

and a girl who taught him how.

 

He knew how.

He could sink within himself

and find her submerged

in all the possibilities left unexplored.

 

No, he was afraid of getting lost.

And she was afraid of never being found.

 

But he couldn’t save her from herself.

Couldn’t look into the eyes

that begged to be understood.

 

She watched the waves kiss the shore.

Jealous

of all the girls

who became the sea.

 

With the all love

she would never have.