Emma Ruth Rundle
I Dive Pt 1
Once
And maybe many times before that
We talked just like this
Trying to remember how it was
Strangers again
And I'd grown so tired of it
All those ideas, just abandoned
The creaking iron eaten away by the salt
Lazy wreckages lying empty
Still pointing their course
Paused by a great retreat
No use
No destination
Waiting
Just like we did

And the warm air smelled like thunder again
And I was happy
I've missed you