PROLOGUE
it is a prologue of sorts;
at least it feels like one
Modiegi and I
are at the ocean
she has
never seen the ocean before
words are battling to
express what she feels
sentence structure is
creaking and groaning
I am overwhelmed
an old vessel trying
to cope with this
odd flood
of happiness
hard to tell
if we are both alive or dead.
poems 2 die for 