I had a love affair with you

that you didn't even know about.

Some dogs never leave their owners, they are bound for life.

The needing of one another;

the needling of thread to cloth.

Despite the rip, they continue to wait

because they know

they will be reunited again.

If anything, this they know.

Yet, you won't get to dry land if you don't swim to dry land. 

On my way I catch a glimpse of you, reflected on a shiny surface,

I move in your direction, quickly, stumbling, tripping, falling.

If I hold my breath I can hold you in my hands

you are moon on water.