He calls on a whim. But there’s more
lurking round the bend for them. He cuts
his ties and dives in head first- making a
monster of a splash.
He squeezes her shoulder while walking by with a grin,
looks her in the eye when they speak.
They listen to music. She tells him what
she’s thinking, and he’s always glad to hear.
Sometimes they touch on the pains of the
past. The sting of such isn’t what it used
to be-
They watch movies. A brief shower to a long
stretch of time on their backs—the most
comfortable mattress. Another late night talking deep into dark…
Another quiet prayer for protection from the shark.
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