in an absence of answers,
i trail my fingers throught the waters,
and seek the shore for a face i know.
trying hard not to see,
the dark below.

anguish grips my chest,
the cold waters call my name.
my face mirrored in its placidness,
a glint off dark skin,
adds a sparkle to my eye.

balancing,
my foot breaks the sheen of lake.
tendrils creep up my toes,
i slip under without a sound.

will they find my bones under here?
my life's work encased in calcium.
mud will settle on my absent tongue.
my voice will be waves,
lapping at your feet,
when maybe, one day,
you remember my name.