years & minutes
We could collide on time lines, breaking bones and hearts on the border of alternate realities.
We could seek the truth beneath the ocean water you dragged me under.
We could watch the hope burn in bonfires by the lighthouse.
I watched your eyes fade, glorious colors of all sorts to a dull gray.
I could trace the outline of your body, but never touch it.
Or our imaginations could lift us so far in the sky the balloons would pop.
And the reality would hit your shivering bones.
Dialated pupils looking past the kiss of another life.
We could seek the truth beneath the ocean water you dragged me under.
We could watch the hope burn in bonfires by the lighthouse.
I watched your eyes fade, glorious colors of all sorts to a dull gray.
I could trace the outline of your body, but never touch it.
Or our imaginations could lift us so far in the sky the balloons would pop.
And the reality would hit your shivering bones.
Dialated pupils looking past the kiss of another life.