Rare

We, We are alone, together. Yes, you. Floating, Bobbing like buoys. It's strange, That I am not alone In this ocean. Bubbling to the surface. We, Now together, Looking out to the mist Smelling harsh salt and cold. Like ice, hail, slicing our senses But the rain skips creamy stones Over our tongues. Fighting to breathe In the cold, wintery sea. White waves Crashing on to the sand, snow That only you can see From this floating, makeshift island. Go, To the land. And let me drown, Back to the depths Of a solitary existence. Wind shaking your Bones, But water encases the. And dose more than chill Me. You, Still on the floating dock, Wondering, where the light house Is.