The flush came over them both
like an angry wave.
Entangled in its grasp,
they struggled for air.
This—
this was not a feeling
either of them knew.
Now drowning—
do they sink,
or hold together,
and swim for shore?
Treading water,
one looks to land,
then back.
A hand
reaches out—
but the other
has already drifted
far
into the sea.