Cerulean

sometimes  I fall asleep

and dream that I'm

holding a picture of you

I am young and it is blurry and

you are gone

mom is saying I'm too young to

call it what it is, saying

there will be others,

all the fish in the

great cerulean sea I'll

see them all

one day, she says

but when I open my eyes I'm 

swimming in yours,

nothing is blurry and

all the fish understood

when I fell for the sea