We Are Castaways

We are separated, drifting further and further apart with each passing wave.

Our rafts have separated and I have tried to tie them together countlessly.

But with every rift, the ties loosen.

I'm running out of rope and we're lost at sea.

There's no one around anywhere I can see.

No one to ask for help besides you and me.

I try to hold us together with my calloused and cold hands, gripping as tightly as I can to what we have left.

I grab ahold so tightly I can feel my shoulders popping out of place.

As I run out of rope, I look to you and realize you never tried to tie a knot to keep us together.

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