this is a distress signal.
I'm going under.

I looked across lake ontario,
I couldn't find the edge.
I couldn't see across that flat grey abyss.
I wanted to dive in; to drown trying to find you.
I wanted to float on the the other side,
where I might find you; see you one last time.

that was two weeks ago.
that was october 12th, a saturday.
I survived it then.
but I'm drowning now, on dry land.
in my bed.
on my bed.

I don't know where to find you.
I haven't got a clue.
I don't remember the sound of your voice.
I don't remember the curves of your face.
or the color of your eyes.

this is a distress signal.
this is a desperate plea.
this is my lake ontario.
this is my grey abyss.
my message in a bottle,
floating across the frigid waters.

I am the titanic.
you are the carpathia.

I will sink before you reach me.