feet perpetually close to the verge,
their fingers interlaced
gazing out into the open space,
they wondered where they’re going to go next.
with more dreams than she did
saw the sea and thought;
he wanted to float across the ocean,
accepting wherever it took him;
he wanted to see the world.
with more scars than he could ever imagine,
saw the sea and asked how deep she could go,
and at which point would she run out of air,
so she could make plans to go 10 metres deeper.
she wanted to be embraced by the black void,
a palpable feeling for once,
rather than the one in her head.
with their feet on the edge
he was ready to sail,
while she was ready to sink.