Lost in Atlantis

The tide pulls whispers from my lips, soft as the echoes of forgotten dreams. I reach for hands that slip like water, fading into the deep blue seams. The waves remember what we were, ghosts of laughter, salt, and light. But time, like oceans, swallows whole the love we couldn’t hold too tight. I call your name, but nothing answers, only the hush of sinking years. Atlantis crumbles in my fingers, dissolving into quiet tears. If I could breathe beneath the water, would I find you waiting there? Or have you drifted past the shadows, a memory lost in silent air?