On Beginning

I’ve been here before—submerged in the sea of your elbows wishing to stay under a little longer. But I can’t ignore the warning in my lungs. Hot. Tight. Screaming in reverse against our shores. It’s time to breathe deep. Let’s be clear—this was never about the ocean, or how it lulled us together. We’re just following the drip, trying to make our splash last longer.