Saturday, June 18, 2016
When I heard the screams I knew that he had lost his chance.
He knew he lost his chance when he jumped.
Back on shore, I hoped to see his eyes flicker open.
But his beating heart had stopped six minutes ago.
Caressing his cold, damp arm. Staring at the gashes. And ever time they pumped on his chest, blood would flow out of his wounds.
I hoped my tears would heal him.
I hoped he'd grab my arm too. And we could embrace each other back into this world.
But for some reason, this water decided to swallow him up too.
And I don't know what it is about the water, always threatening to take souls.
Tempting my dad to just let go. Let the water embrace him. Fully embrace him.
And the world would no longer have him.
I am left the empty shell.