Drowning

i hate how time has aged this way- no concept
of love and the bitter shadows of hate- how
moments separate us
and neither of us wants to make a sound- afraid to break-
afraid to let go and actually admit
vulnerability. silly how the dust has settled this way- ageing
and creeping forth
like the tombstone of past lovers- always born
and carried by each of our souls- i know better-
and yet i'm still sitting here- still drowning-
refusing to whisper- refusing to forget
the moments when in night nothing was forbidden0
and we found each other swimming
within one another- pure and astounding-
like truth would never wish to get wet-
never wish to drown within us.

-a.