Should it not be the other way around---
as I think it should have been said from the get go,
when they were talking about women and children and men
and then women and children going first,
I ran up and down the submerged corridors,
shouting your name in case you were still on this side of the light,
and after all these years,
I wish you had answered my call
We were destined to separate,
you to ascend,
and me to amend, make a mend on my ways in these parts
At 3AM, I was very cold and my fingers were brushing up against these decedents,
and I thought to myself that we did not belong in this predicament,
you and I,
we were meant to be somewhere in the South Pacific
A change in plans had made all the difference,
like Frost once said to you and me on our worn pages,
but I could not think or utter his name that night,
I just wanted to stay afloat and imagine mai tais and palm trees,
and things that were likely out of our reach
Did it smell good up there---
as I imagine it would,
like oranges and promises made only minutes before
I miss our shorthand,
You were always my muse,
but when they told us we had to tread lightly,
even you, my darling,
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