We once swam out so far that we started to sink.
We sank so deep, so willingly, so happily. Sinking, falling, swimming
further and further down
until we found ourselves a comfortable little home
at the bottom of the sea.
We loved it there. Everyday was spent exploring,
finding new beauty in life.
We made plans for distant days,
so blissfully unaware of what was happening.
Slowly the air was escaping our lungs
but if we noticed it we didn't care.
We were happy down there together,
unconscious to the world back on land.
Until the water filling our lungs woke us,
choking us with the reality that we were drowning.
The only thing to do was to leave the depths we loved so much
and swim up.
So now here we float, in shallow conversation,
exchanging "fines" and "greats" and forced laughs.
Afraid of the deep.