Writing Our Story (poem)

I've finally written our story,

packaged it up in a nice little novel.

It's taken me years to do it,

but it's finally over.

Before it was like writing about the sun

from deep in the ocean's bowels

with no idea how far the surface is,

or even which way was up.

I was hopelessly lost in you,

and every attempt to describe it

suffocated me with its watery pressure

so that all I could say was your name.

But as I drowning out at sea,

someone – something – reached down to find me,

pulled me up onto a shore I didn't know was there,

and showed me the truth of my drowning.

The sun cast its golden light across the water,

blinding me momentarily,

but once my eyes adjusted to the light,

I did not see a sea, but a puddle.

It was shallow – barely reached my ankle -

no bigger than a pothole puddle.

The ocean had never been.

I had been drowning myself with fictions.

So I finally wrote our story,

the story of a delusional boy

who made an ocean out of a puddle,

and got lost in the idea of you.

-Zero