Bad Poetry Tuesday

I Was Gasping for Contact
by [REDACTED]

The orange core alone
Can't stem the tide
The dark blue lonesomeness outside
Washes in.
Where is my beautiful house?
The house that we built
Together, long ago
Before the flood?
Where are you, my love?
You are water flowing underground.
Lost to me, but you are not lost.
I let the water hold me down
I was gasping for contact.

But now
Maybe
Now I can breathe again
Start to imagine I can breathe again
I don't want the tide to recede
But I want to breathe again
The air is sour and empty
But it is air
Not water
This is still our beautiful house.
I am gasping for contact.