to stay afloat

biting back the storm 
he names me the waves
but it’s me holding their breath
lifting small limbs above the swell

his footprints vanish in the foam 
unpunished, unnamed
i tread 
silence heavy with hope 
because someone must

and if not me— 
who keeps their heads in air 
when the current pulls 
too hard to forget




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