I know I didn’t mean
That thing you thought I said,
My meaning lost
By that most unreliable witness
Named low expectations.
And yet again I’m mired knee-deep
As, through saline diamonds, your gunmetal eyes
Pull me beneath,
A violent, stroboscopic death-roll of accusation and hurt.
Flashes
My breath is gone
I’m drowning
My breath is gone
I’m thinking you’ll go too
I’m sinking.
And I concede myself to the dark
Knowing this time we’re over.
Over.
And then – it’s over.
I am beached again.
The sun warms my back.
And life – is back.
Eyes open. Ears clear.
I breathe.
And I love.
And you love too.
Our apologies embrace.
And we are as clean-skinned as the day before us.
Bryson Thomas
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