Me needing you extends from the ocean floor to the stars above
God help me
I need too much of you constantly
In every facet of living
Being
Me needing you is how the sea needs to turn a tide
Predictably, effortlessly, timely
I need you in the wind on an autumn day
As rays glisten from a cheek in the summer
It’s a peculiar thing to be needed like this.
It’s an insane thing to be needed.
