Sweet sea

She wore my dad’s old T-shirts,
And we’d talk about how we work;
The ways that we love,
The days that we’ve hurt.

Tears
rolled into a stream
mouthed out to a river,
bled into the sea.

Like a raft,
We held each other close,
So we could never drown,
And the salt of each other kept us afloat.

And that still, somehow,
is the sweetest sea I have swam in.