As soon as you read it
You came a looking
Dove straight to the bottom
With the weight of your worries
Dug me out from the seabed
Fighting off eels
Scavenging starfish
And decomposition

The red and blue contrast
Of warm and cold lips
Massaging palms
On my white flakey chest
The beat of a pulse
A first crackling breath
But that is not how
This thing of ours went

No one came a looking
No one came a calling
And I never ever
Wrote you that letter

But I do miss your humming
And wish you had stayed