when you’re in it, it feels like you’ll be in it forever
just like when you’re drowning in the pool
and you’re convinced, this time, the drowning will take
winter
stretches onwards—endless, inexorable, insurmountable
how difficult it is to believe the sun will rise
when it clings so stubbornly to the underside of the horizon
at dawn
i had a dream that you wanted me
and the worst part of it was falling asleep
all i wanted was for you to say i love you instead of goodbye
yet
april unfurls upon us like a gentle sigh
birdsong and warmth and gutters flooded with pink petals
the sun piercing through gossamer-thin clouds
one day
you start holding my hand again
and i find that i have no time to dream anymore
for once, the light touches me and does not dissolve
spring begins anew
and you climb out of the swimming pool
soaking wet, but alive.
