Here is where the waves spray Into your face and slide down, In the sun it seeps inside and You can’t get it out. ... You left me alone to Swim inside of our memories Until I was pruned all over, Until the scars didn’t show. ...... You didn’t want me before those Thirty days into summer When you waded out too deep And felt the current sweep you back. ... You kept your head down, like mine You ****** in what was two molecules away From your salvation, a salty, unholy substitute. Always drowning yourself with all the wrong substances. ... You swam back ashore two months too late, After I was cocooned dry, I was not waiting for you by the lighthouse It shouldn’t surprise you – you never asked. ... “It had always been my plan,” You breathed into my side, To leave me too far in the depths. You are the reason why I learned to swim.