Water.

[a work in progress]

If my heart was the earth,
you'd be the water.

You'd not only be the vastness of the oceans,
but you'd also be the trickling brooks in the center of the forest,
the morning dew on the grass,
the source of longevity for the flowers in the vase on the mantle,
the base of everything we drink,
the sixty plus percent of our humanness,
what hydrates us,
cleanses us,
keeps us alive,
but can just as easily kill us.

I will dive into you and get lost,
swept up in the undertow,
caught in the tears swept gently off of the
cheek of a broken soul,
precipitation and natural disasters,
floods and hurricanes,
running through the sprinkler
or jumping into a pool with all of our clothes on.

Water, it is impossible to survive without you,
for I become parched and weak
when you are gone.
Drown me
or revive me,
just know that your existence is
what keeps this lonely planet alive.