my lover lays at the bottom of the ocean. her home is filled with coral and her tears blend with the water. when i look down, my baby’s figure is distorted by shades of liquid blues and yet i cannot look away. there’s a guilt gnawing at me for abandoning her all alone, leaving her to sink. it’s such a waste of beauty, and it would be cruel of me to let such a majestic creature fade away. i long for nothing more than her whispers of promises i know she will not be able to keep. to have her be my anchor and take me to where she resides. it must be dark down there, and though i cannot see, my baby will be my eyes. perhaps she wants me to go with her; and with a voice so sweet, who am i to say no?