Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

Stangers

You were becoming something to me.

We were becoming apart. Of each other.

Becoming one.

And then you said it. So loud.

And I fell off the swing.

Into the ocean.

Into the waves.

And now we are apart.

And now we have become, nothing.