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If mortality were an ocean,
avast blanket of blue water

Hypothetically
I'm close to drowning.

My lungs are raw and full of briny,
Legs far past exhaustion.

Swimming endlessly
to nowhere.

Passing those beneath me,
innumerable swallowed by the sea.

Each lap is an accomplishment.
To some, it's easier

I'm swimming through a raging storm,
Waves much stronger than the last.

Perhaps the sea will finally push me under,
I'd welcome the watery grave with peace.
I hear your voice,
But it’s not you.
I know it, but I forget
You're gone.

I see your face,
Everywhere I go
"It's someone else," I remind myself
You’re gone.

At night,
I remember
That I’m the oldest
Now.

I wish I could forget you.
Yet I can’t
Why did you leave
When I needed you the most?

Sister, friend.
Why can’t I forget you?
I’m trapped in these enduring feelings.
Overwhelming feelings.

Did you remember our argument?
Do you remember what I said?
I try to forget.
I can't.

I'm stuck with these thoughts
These feelings
Unforgotten memories
Since you've been gone.

— The End —