We sit on the splintering wood dock.
My toes brush across the cool water,
Sending ripples out across the world,
Bending the sky, the moon, the stars.

I reach into my soul, searching.
I know that you are there.
You have lingered on my tongue forever:
Eight small letters, three enormous words

She stares into the unknown.
Waiting for me to find you,
To take her there.
Out into the frightening, the dark, the possible.

Where are you?
She is drifting away,
She begs me to come with her, screams.
Her silence is deafening.

Where are you?
I reach deeper and deeper into my soul.
My fingers wrap around you,
I pull you toward my lips.

But you tear apart my stomach,
You claw at my throat,
I pull harder and harder.
She is drifting away.

When I get you to my lips,
You are only a whisper.
She cannot hear you.
She has drifted away.

Where were you?