Poetry Prompt One: Underwater

You are not here with me,

As often as I can’t breathe,

As if you have taken my lungs as well as my heart,

deep down with you, far into the beneath.

With what could be,

A steel coffin wrapped around you all,

I wish your job was easy,

As I continuously wait for that phone call.

Together, we are apart and alone we fall,

You can’t talk and I can’t breathe,

With me wishing on dry land,

And you descended thousands of feet beneath.

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