We seem to have lost our way,
deep in the forest we roam.
Hands held tight, eyes open wide.
We know we won’t find our way home.
Somewhere in the Lost, in a quiet light,
the place between branch and stone,
we find ourselves struggling for air,
but together we are not alone.
And if the water pulls us under and our feet will kick no more,
take my hand and I’ll breathe your name.
They’ll find us on the shore.
I’ll remember the way the blue rushed through your hair,
how light and sound escaped.
Remember me as your saltwater love, our tiny selves erased.
