All is still,
with the water so cold.
Gravity pulls down and ***** us in.
Our bodies lacking the response to push right back.
The darkness surrounds our closed vision as we get pulled down.
Both of us remembering our relationship with the water that brings us calm.

I look at the moon and think of you.

You
kept secrets.
As did I.
Difference is, yours broke
Me.

There's a fly on my window.
Stuck between the glass and the blinds.

I yell to it,
"Why do you trap yourself! Just get out!"

But I realize there's no fly on my window.

It's just the buzzing in my head,
the one that traumatizes me

to let go of my anger and my demons.

You sat next to me.
You were on your sixth slice of pizza.

I was seated next to you.
Pretending to read my book.

We both smiled...
Not knowing what would happen next.