Air

Saw a sillhouette cross a flurorescent
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams of blue-green sea life
I saw him spinning towards the moonlight

I pulled him in
He wasn't breathing
His eyes were wide
I saw two of me there
There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet
I found a way to make it silent

I'm coming up for air

They hold my hand
And ask me to pull through
A voice I know says
"Dear, he probably can't hear you"