I want to be in the sun with cocktails and you,

but I’m swimming in work with no end.

I’m plotting escape while battling sharks, Managing breaths that must last.

you lips are too far away in the surf, safe while I toil away.

your image fades and waters deepen,

leaving my skin cold as your warmth drifts further away.

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