Drowning
You wander
into my existence,
a whirlwind
in an arbitrary gust;
steadying the anchor
in a changing sea,
breaking the glass,
and pulling the rip cord
in case of drowning.
Yet in the end,
you pushed my head
beneath the breakers
and held it there
without conscience,
expecting me
to keep breathing,
thinking I
would survive.
And you're still there
a caricature
that decorates the years.
You did
what was necessary
for yourself
of course.
Inside the clarity of time,
I remember
as you drift
and return.
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