stern residuum

Bottom of the ship
descending to the
Bottom of the ocean.
Where and why we flip,
ceiling becoming the floor.
Realities crashing
all around me,
Memories flooding
all I can see;
When does the feeling that
I haven’t lost you
Begin to sink in?

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