Lucinda's Song
Your laugh
Is the final fraying strand
Holding me afloat
Upon these cold waters
Carried, dislocated, disconnected
My body a broken boat
Washed over the shoals
On a seaside of expectations
Fatigue, hypothermia, numb to the shock
Black swollen bruises
Tossed against the stones
I choke on saltwater
I yearn in the surf
For the sound of your laugh
I hold it white knuckled
Until I right myself
And seize
One stolen breath
Is the final fraying strand
Holding me afloat
Upon these cold waters
Carried, dislocated, disconnected
My body a broken boat
Washed over the shoals
On a seaside of expectations
Fatigue, hypothermia, numb to the shock
Black swollen bruises
Tossed against the stones
I choke on saltwater
I yearn in the surf
For the sound of your laugh
I hold it white knuckled
Until I right myself
And seize
One stolen breath
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ray Beeman
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