Yet

The signs are telling me:

You’re everything

We’re meant to be.

The birds are whispering,

“You’re in so deep.”

Yet,

We’re surfacing.

Tell me honestly,

I can’t tell what it means

When you look at me.

You’re the only thing

I can’t read.

Your pages are fading,

I’m slipping away.

The time we’re taking,

It’s eternity.

Soon you’ll be my memories.

Yet,

I'm still wading.