The cold, rushing water came up to my ankles and the slippery pebbles beneath my feet made it hard to get to you - the sun was beating on my skin and striking my eyes, making it hard for me to see you-
You told me to be cautious so that I wouldn't fall, but I lost balance and we both went down.
This particular memory revolves in my mind, like a mobile.
The water acting as a symbol of destruction, tearing us up from the roots, drowning us before we had the chance to swim