Meeting You

Meeting you was like going to the pool with my clothes on,
Slipping in and drowning in your passion and love for a moment
Then, slowly, learning to swim,
To move with the water in unison and work hand in hand
Now, it’s like I’m heading to the shallow end,
Slowly, I will get my footing on the slippery ground
The water will fall from my face, my hands
And slowly I will step out
The water still soaked into my every pore
But I will walk away
It may take a while, but soon all the water will dry up
And all that will be left is the memory