I love you in that same desperate way
that men aboard a sinking ship
will pray through their clenched teeth that
when the life boats are ready,
women and children will be set aside in their favor.
I will not attempt to romanticize the way
that icebergs break great metal titans open across their knees
in the same way that your words cut through me
like I was nothing but emptiness and water,
but I can't help but notice the similarity.
I clutch memories of your touch like a crucifix,
but I will sink to the bottom of this endless ocean
without ever having truly drowned
because my last breath would contain your name,
and I just can't give you that satisfaction.