Being with him was like walking on water,

but even engulfed in moments that shimmered against the sun,

I knew there was a chance that the glow of the water would not last forever.

 

So, my initial steps onto the waves were careful,

each one selective with fear that, one day,

I might grow comfortable with this miracle;

And that same day, the ocean would finally decide to let me drown.

 

© Siera Carpenter

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