I can hear your screams from underwater,

And hearing you, I can feel the pain you feel.

The burning in your throat due to lack of oxygen,

The pressure in your lungs, as if to implode at any second.

My heart is breaking, I want to help.

And I’ve tried to, multiple times.

I’ve tried to save you, to rescue you.

But you prefer the struggle.

The panicked flailing of arms, making your muscles weak.

The involuntary gulps of salt water, making your throat raw.

I reached my hand out for you,

But you didn’t see me.

Blinded by your own constant splashing.

I even tried to get closer, to carry you out myself.

But in your own struggle and panic, and aggressive thrashing,

You pushed me away.

I tried calling your name,

To ease you, to calm you, to let you know I was here.

And then finally, you were calm.

I thought you’d given up, come to your senses.

But no…

Instead you remained stubborn, and in the end the waves beat you.

In the end, the ocean took you.

I was left standing there, alone on this overseeing pier.

It was a helpless feeling, a defeated one,

Watching a person you love… Drown.