Floater

A Poem by nomless

Funny how you drifted in just as things were breaking down,
But "fate" is just another word for a coincidence you can relate to.
This ship had long been sinking before you came aboard;
If it sinks a little faster now, at least I won't be alone.
I'll have you to talk to while the bottomless chill sets in,
And if I panic, you'll keep your head and your warmth
And look for something floating somewhere to climb onto
So I can climb up too, and warm up, though probably slowly.
But you'll do silly little things to distract me from the wet
From the wind, from the cold, and that sinking feeling.
After a while this chance plank will be our world.
Despite the rocking waves, or what might lurk below.
Content to float aimlessly for now, collecting debris,
Maybe we'll wash up somewhere some day.