It starts almost nothing-
a piano note sinking into water
like it already knows
it won’t survive the surface.
Then another.
And the pool remembers us.
Somewhere between breath and impact
we are back there again-
not in order, not in time,
but in fragments
that refuse to stay separated.
Your hands above the keys.
Water climbing sound
until it forgets how to be sound.
The first time
everything felt like it was still allowed to happen.
Then the fight we never had words for-motion, collision,
the world breaking its own rhythm-
and underneath it all,
that same drowned melody still playing.
I see it in flashes:
your reflection bending in tile-water.
My leaving before I knew I was leaving. The moment even silence started to feel heavy.
And when everything finally drops-
when air, water, memory, and movement all hit the same point-
there is no ending.
Only the note, still falling, refusing to become anything
but itself
even underwater.