Waves

You told everyone besides me that you wanted to marry me. I think you were hiding it, tucking it away because you didn’t want to mess it all up. That is ironic. I think you are afraid, I think you are afraid of your own love and of my love and I think you sink into the wave of your emotions and you let the salt and the brine overwhelm you and you choke. Don’t you want to breathe again, don’t you want to breathe? And do you feel my breath. And do you feel my heart breaking across the boroughs? I am in Brooklyn and I do not know where you are. And then I am in Queens and almost Manhattan and where are you? Your waves are dark and feel like gravity like the ones beneath me on the Queensborough bridge, and within them I think you are drowning a little and you look at what’s killing you and ask ‘what is water’?