I am an empty, vacant page
longing for the company of words
you are the intricate arrangement of twenty-six letters
that blanket my fragile body.
I am torn and crumpled.
Yet somehow I still cling to you
out of the fear
Of ever parting with any piece of you.
Your fragmented sentences have left
Impressions upon me that will never fade.
Should we ever succumb to the depths
Of the ocean
And the two of us become
May we both dry our perils
In the sunlight
That is born out of our love.