Month of Drowning

When I was drowning
in the month of September
of a year that has passed,
you braved the tempestuous waters
to dive in after me;
you willed my stinging lungs
to breathe again.

I’m drowning in another September,
but this time I’m lost at sea.
I’m alone in this, as you and I
no longer fight the same battles.
I taste salt, and I feel weighted;
I’m cold to the bone.