Some days, I can feel it,
A weight at my ankles:
Your grip at my wrists
Did you ever know the hold you had on
me?
The truth is
That even the warmest water gets too
much
Whilst the coolest steals your breath;
The coolest pools are full of salt,
And chlorine, cleansing, is a poison,
too.
Just one glass of you could drown me.
Why did I think to ask for more?
Don't tell me that the water's
inviting-
I'm trying to turn my back.
Please, don't ask me to dip my toes:
Toes, leads to ankles, leads to legs,
leads to chest,
Leads to head.
I'm underwater
And you're smothering me.
Except-
You're not, you're not!
The memory of you is:
That's all I have left of you now.
Did you mean this, when you set me
free?