To the taste of salt that taunts my tongue, you sizzle in my memory.
My wounds open for all to see, while I’m drowning in these flashbacks.
To what do I owe this demise? To whom?
I watched you thrash and squirm.
I saw your hand slip from my weak grip.
I saw your shallow casing sink down to the blackest depth.
I saw your eyes, frightened beyond all comprehension.
I saw your soul, crushed by evident disappointment in me.
I saw the water; I saw you.
I see you; a million times I see you.
I see my life crash down around me.
I see your soul, nothing more than a whisper now.
I see my faults; I see your pain and
I can see the water, that it was scared of you.