Forget me, for I am sinking.
Forget me, like the tides that forgot to recede after they pulled me from my feet. Drowning me beautifully below the surface.
Forget me, as I've forgotten what it feels like to have a pulse. The water in my lungs, a malady I can't escape from.
Forget me, as the currents drag me further from the shore. Leaving me more empty and broken than I've ever been before, but, as the sun sets into the sea, remember me.
Remember me for who I used to be.

The moon sits high above the frosty night, as the cold belts all below. They gaze occasionally, catching glimpses of cryptic stars. Beacons of light dotting endless shades of dark. They gaze occasionally, hand in hand, trotting slowly, but steadily along the paved walk.
     Holiday lights gleam, the air is alive with the scent of chestnuts and pine. Her hair is tangled, like a fishing net castaway. The snow is light, but all the same, chalking the streets, dusting the trees. His gaze is humble, eyes as if they've solved a puzzle.
      Their lips meet in a moment forgotten by the clock. A moment missed by the candid, but forever etched in the hearts of two. The lights twinkle, as the mid-December air regains the space between them. The feeling lives on, as it always will.

Anticipation builds as wind combs the water. Stars twinkle and dash as if running from a life they want to shed. 'We aren't too different, in a way', he thinks as clouds float and cover their escape. An engine rumbles to life as if resurrected from a thousand year slumber. Roaring like a dragon as his foot depresses the pedal.
                                 He had no plan really. Just go where the road ends and hope for greener pastures. Reality sobered him from lunacy's clutch. The screeching of his brakes, tires kicking pebbles to a hopeless tumble from the ledge. They sailed desperately, dancing from the cliff into the river below.