Flotsam


He could not see beyond his inflated ego, tenderly groomed since a not so immaculate conception.
Walking on water never seemed to work for him though.

He sinks, gulping for air and grasping at flotsam.
Standing unwaveringly solid on the shore she watches and considers if she should reach out to save him again.

She turns to tend the garden they lovingly planted together.
He blindly swims to shore with hesitant choppy strokes.

So in love with the same person.

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