Breadcrumb #319


Are you sure it is safe?
I am sure,
You whispered,
If I am sure of anything, it is this, now

My feet were cold but the sand was warm
The waves waved, beckoned, tickled my toes so I laughed

Just jump
So I did

And we swam
Through uncertain waters and merciless waves we swam
Drowning and tumbling and calling it swimming.

We stopped.

Looked forward, back

Shore looked different now

Changing each time we waded these waters

The waves grew tired, kissing,

Gently, pulling away when needed.

I looked at you – covered in casualties of sea

Can you see?
I could not

Are you there?
You were not

So I saw

And swam back

To my sure.

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