I swam with you and drowned
The soft snow rested on your hair like a veil, innocence radiating from your smile and red nose. Cold lungs and warm exhales. That’s how we found each other, a winter of contentment.
The pounding hail provided you with enough interjections to avoid what you came to say. Some were still in your hair, rapidly melting and blending with tears. He was there, I was not. He was present I was not. He was as I used to be… but only for a short summer. One empty season with a gaping void. One regretful season cowering from the ones we shared.
I wanted to say I told you so, but we shared too much for such an annoying response. I’m sorry you have regret - I suppose that’s worse. I swam with you and drowned, only to see you find an empty rock. Visible to me, but not worth the swim.