Once, I was dug up, I was sinking. 
I was longing to be saved. 
I lapped up to the bay bar & I saw her 
bobbing like a wave 
& I slowed down.

Just six months this summer since I've known her that 
she's been away. 
& sometimes I still answer to the gone-ghosts that only 
suckers make. 

"Slow down & hold on.
Hold on."

Even my heroes are almost gone. 
almost folding from the flame, 
but how low can your fuse glow & warm you 
until your torch begins to fade?

I dreamed of a couple dancing close & drunk 
in the spray of lights they made. 
& once, I was dug up, I was sinking,
but now I'm longing to be saved.