Floods

She stood on the telephone pole

The only safe place since the 

Tides rose.

I could see her from the roof, 

Speaking to fish flying through 

Cars

   Were we back to where

   we were?

The cars weren't the only silence 

In the sea.

I could feel the currents dying as we 

Saw the sea rising-- Were we alone,

Or were we always this way?

A few words drifted my way,

Dying as the light died, tugging at 

Strings

   Were the material things

   ever so real?

She was asking for a word from me,

But I couldn't even feel.

My words were broken and hesitating.

They couldn't even reach her now.

She never stopped reaching out.

Did the doves die?

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

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[Meek McGee]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!