started the summer on the docks
eye walked into the ocean
the sand melting under my swum weight
cold waves crashing against my chest
ebb and flow of grief; a rush and then a dip
thrusting me back only to pull me deeper in
my body disappears into the shadow

pulled into the black
toes brush off the ledge
standing freezing before the drop.

there is blood above your threshold
there is salt upon the floor
there is a sound still hanging in the atmosphere
your voice emptied itself into the walls and they mourn for you.