I see you surrounded by wet blue.
Your head bobs up and down
and you gasp for breath. Ghosts in your eyes
and flooding trains coming from your lungs.

I'm standing on the shoreline, wading in, ankles deep.
But I know I can't save you
so that's as far as I'll go.

I'm looking around for help --
There are others on the sand but
they're even weaker than I am.

This won't do.

I briefly consider walking away so I don't have to watch.
But I have a feeling
this might not really be happening.
So I guess I'll stay until we find out.