hi- Anonymous

if I see you from afar

i automatically assume you don’t want to talk to me

unless you wave or say hello

everytime you go in for a high five it’s like

i’m dripping and clinging on for dear life

to an anchor pulled up out of the murky deep


that constantly presses in from all sides

slapping against this boat that is my reminder that

i exist on this earth and so do you

your greeting isn’t a greeting

it’s a lifeline

you might forget about it the next minute

but I’ll be holding on to your hello

as the boat tips and spray hits my face

i might slip off the deck again

plunge toward the dark unknown

it’s hard to balance

i don’t think i have my sea legs yet


your smile reminds me that I have legs

that can, at least,

swim for awhile

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