surrender

there was a used-to-matter
and now a not-certain-it-does
laid across existence-as-wraith
as the haint at the bottom
of the stairs and down the hall

it could beautiful, one supposes
if such a dream were real and
i am dreaming of us dreaming
of one of us drowning and
one of us is just me just dreaming
of slipping under the wave

surrender comes easy with
no ropes cast to the deep