“Your grip on my hand gently tightens, as you softly kiss my cheek.
Your lips firmly open and your words float out so weak,
You look into my eyes, and whisper an eager plea;
“Will you fall into the sea with me?”

Pouring himself into the water, our hands remain locked,
I’m pulled into the ocean from the unsteady dock.
As we descend into a perpetual abyss,
I look above, to the world I’m going to miss.

This world’s a blur of blues and greens.
Hiding all those things unseen.”

-J.P. Trochez (vers libre).