Halfway Across the Atlantic Ocean - Kristeen Young

The day…

That it became…

Clear…

Was…

The first time that I saw you for the 150th time

But can you blame me?

I was reaching, reaching…

Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean

The place…

It socked my square jaw face…

My toe had dipped to rate

And you grabbed me, in up to my waist

Contrary to unpopular opinion, the water was welcoming warm

And we slid easily

Wrapped up and reaching, reaching…

Halfway across the Atlantic Ocean

GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

The oven’s cozy when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

Prescriptions filled when you are

Gone

The time… I grope to find

That there is no sign…

With bottomless hope, I’ll dive

Then, I will swim 'til my limbs are numb and dim

With a paralysed hip, I’ll slip, fingertips to sea lip

Eternally reaching, more than

Halfway across the semantic ocean

GONE, GONE, GONE: I have enough rope when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

The oven’s cozy when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

Prescriptions filled when you are

Gone, gone, gone.

It’s cocked and loaded when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

My knives get sharpened when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

It tastes like almonds when you’re

Gone, gone, gone.

The traffic’s playful when you’re

Gone.

Take flying leaps when you are

Gone.

Autoerotic when you’re

Gone.

See, I’ll be fine when you are

Gone