From eyes that pry
So afraid of losing the life
he is so afraid of,
but he denies
“It’s not bad, it’s not all bad”
We do not rock the boat we have
We steer on at constant speed
If we hit a rock,
I’ll cover up the bleed
Stifled by the authority
Of his nod on an old decree
He keeps a timid eye out
for the plenty fish in the sea
Sits all day with his nets
stoic,
his heart bone-dry
to catch the next high it begets
In a series of constant goodbyes
As I watch him, I realise
We’re in the same boat
I’m just in a cleaner disguise
There’s not a kind word about him
anywhere
But in my arms…he’s sublime
For I don’t know if I save his life
Or he ends up saving mine
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