sometimes I feel like drowning

she told him
fingers threaded through his

how come?

He lets his gaze fall to hers
ocean meeting river

she lets go of his fingers

because this life is just a short horror
story

he hesitates
she looks away
hands in pockets rather than
intertwined

you say that when you know
that's not true, my rabbit girl.

he turns her towards him
face to face, even when her silent
epiphanies have woken her tears

he kisses her
tears sweet as sadness

I love you more than the salty
ocean waves

a quick, lightning glance from
a weeping river

it's about time darling
we've got to let this go*

he hesitates
a startled lion once more

it's like when you said
that you could not grind your own
skull into the ocean