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
loneliness
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
but
your smile reminds me that I have legs
that can, at least,
swim for awhile
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