she says to me, i feel so out of touch sometimes.
i tell her, don’t worry about being out of touch
you will never be out of my reach
i will always pull you out to sea
for far away lands and distant locales
for the strange and the delightful
for the macabre and the unusual
and together, we will return to home
together, we will find the shore
she replies, you keep me in the world
you have always been my connection to the outside
and i wept. who is holding onto to whom?