You sit in a cell and I burn candles of evergreen,
Capsized at times by the small waves at my feet,
We spent so much time in the mountains,
We forgot to see/k the ocean reverently,
I was a child of the river and you a lock to my key,
You insisted I held them all and once over birria tacos and dulce de leche, it was true,
Now who am I? Who are you?
I’m a wall of text to some, a beating heart, to you.