Cold.

In the water I hold

my fears in my heavy heart, take

your hand and feel its warmth

in me.

Your face an unread, unfound book

of joy, you fall in.

The foaming water water drinks your body, I wait

for you to come up to the surface, my

blood

is screaming for warmth but

your silence deafens me to it, you don't

come up, the emptiness an invitation

for me

to join you in the cold unknown.

I'm afraid, but for you, I

drown.