August 2020

What does this mean? 

6 months later, I look into your eyes

Everything I thought was gone is restored 

Those little pools which I adored

Only I know what they hold

After it was done, I wondered 

What had come of those pools?

If I tried, would they let me swim 

Or would I drown again? 

I can’t look back without the aggravation

Of who I believed you had become

But 6 months later, I looked into your eyes,

And I drowned once more