Soft warm waves rocking slowly against my calfs.
Soothing my pale and cracked lips, sweet and cool.
And where were you when I offered off sips
Of this magical liquid-
Where were you?
Were you sleeping in your bed
or
Were you resting in her head?
Does it matter?
I suppose not.

Harsh, icy waves stabbing my thighs. Neck. Head.
Choking my lungs, salting my lips, pulling me lower and lower still.
And where were you?
No chance to pull you down with me,
But you do what you gotta do-
Lips blue, eyes red.

You did, you left me for dead.
Where were you?

They came to me in
a febrile dream.
Whispered screams and
malformed limbs.
They wanted to drag
me to the hell they
came from, but I fought,
and got well.

The summer he expired was the summer she thought hard
About the Autumn breezes in his hair,
And the Springtime words she locked away.
The winter was cold, yet side by side they flourished.
Pokemon cards and stolen kisses on cheeks.
Tree forts and dance battles.
Makeup and gowns.
Homework and swimming pools-
The life he left behind.

As she thought, she held her face taunt.
Her thoughts escaping through her cracked skin facade.
I asked her today, a year after passing, "do you miss is smile, his laugh, his presence? Does the loss hold grief in it's grip?"

She glanced away then held my gaze, and suddenly I knew the world had churned on.