Trapped In The Margins

My lungs are filling with water.

Gasping for air, I reach out to you.

The bond we share is too great.

For this lifetime or the next.

We haven’t been strangers for years

Yet, I wish we were.

It would be easier to let go of an unknown’s hand.

But my identity is tied up with yours.

Your life is linked to mine.

Indefinitely.

Defiantly.

Words can no longer convey what my heart wants to say.

But I don’t need to say them to you.

You understand me on a profound level.

I wish that string of fate didn’t link us that day.