We could be so much more.
Drown with me
it said.
Take my hand,
and come
to the shore line.
Spoken with such
sad conviction.
The depths,
an inevitability
of our lives.
I’m scared,
I said,
of dying cold.
There is no peace for
me in this lake.
It laughed.
You dream of
romance,
but you’re just a child.
Blinded by this failing sun.
Breathe in.