I realize you’re drowning.
Should I just
stand by the river
and watch
as you go below?
I can’t not
plunge in up to my elbows
and pull you back out,
pull you above,
give you breath.
Open your eyes,
won’t you?
Look at the sun, and breathe.
I see you
in a river
of your own making,
all the tears you never cried,
drowning instead
in bottle after bottle.
You don’t even know
when I’m talking about you,
but I want to put my lips on yours —
not to kiss you,
but to drink away
the silence of you
100 Words: Reach/Drown
