Maybe in some wetlands
we were otters holding hands
never drifting away at sea.
People distanced but so close
between 2 boundless planes of land,
Because when we’re far
we’re never quite out of reach.
In places, I never knew
serotonin bleeds from my glands
and in every new sun
I remember waking up to one with you.
Every turquoise eyed
silky haired girl
I remember the curls around your face,
your flower petals
when you laughed.
I would stare and daydream
about what it would be like
to be you
when the thought of being me
was a nightmare.