The Drowned

I saw you but you went away.

I pulled, stretched, reached for you but you slipped into the fuzzy, uncertainty of memory.

I called, and you faded, threatening.

You hint in the corners of my mind, suggesting your presence.

An image distorted in water, your form an inconsistency, I never really knew you.

Only a thought, not yet developed,

So I let you bathe in the water,

To swim and fleshen form.

Yet when I reached for your submerged body I found your remnants;

Washed away, into forgotten tides

I saw you when you died.

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