As I was drowning,

gasping and grasping,

you fluttered a hand in the water

for me to grab hold of

 

There's us...

 

you: a rock near the chasm, the last place to hold

 

me: always on Theater Time, arriving just as the lights dim

 

Who could have guessed our pairing?

back when I was shy and you were new

 

but the gatherings fell into place and the bells rang true

 

So much to tell you

so many idle words

never get spoken

while I'm deep down

 

I try to listen 

- indeed I do -

but meanings slip past me

if you speak of mornings