numbers dwindling 

Let me count the ways 
this could go. We’ve got chances and multiuniverse theory. We’ve got time
and I have enough courage 
to meet you halfway. 
I wish you’d show me the ocean when it’s calm too.

You make me think of water and 
other things running. A way 
is all I ask for. I’m a lighthouse
calling your name to me. 
I’m tying myself down, rope in mouth
rope on skin, holding us down.
When it’s said and done 
we’ll make it or we won’t. 

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