The Island

I think the thing is, after I pulled back the cover to my heart, I found the sadness. The was something living under my bed but it wasn't going to bite, not that hard. A scared spider baring fangs in defense, I cradling it, kissing it, parting my lips, giving it breath. And so, that is where the river flooded in between you and I. I became an island and you, you just floated.