I find myself gasping for air,

A flow I gather through my lungs

And then I spit it outside into the world

As if it's something I can afford to let go

 

I find myself grasping for your hand

A voice I hear in the night 

I listen to you when I'm lost

But when I find myself I realize

 

You don't exist. 

 

I find myself wandering by the ocean

Watching my footprints appear behind me in the sand

It doesn't occur to me that I'm walking backwards

Until I fall underneath the waves

I find myself gasping for air

A flow I gather through my lungs

Instead it is briny water

Salty, burning up my will to breathe

 

I find myself grasping for your hand,

Reaching across the dark expanse

For some inkling that you are there,

And when I feel the silken pressure

Of your skin against mine 

I am elated. 

 

I've been searching

Wanting to find all I need

In the sparse continent 

Of my imagination 

Grasping, gasping , praying

For some explanation,

And , when I found myself under the waves

I realized all I need 

Is for you to be real.