Drowning,

Drowning,

Drowning,

Sinking deeper and deeper
 

Falling,

Falling,

Falling,

With a crash with no arms to catch me
 

*

Two strangers

Night and day

Who met in an unexpected way

 
Their lives are two cords

Entwined, tangled

That cannot be separated

 
*

"I wrote you a poem," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"To get over you," she replied. "To be free from my feelings for you."