The Waves

goodbye, old friend.

i cling to you with all of my might

but i can’t even see you in the distance now.

i recall the times we shared,

the smiles, laughter, all our dear friends.

and as i drown, i wonder where you are.

where the hand that was always there is now.

the day the wave went over my head and you

weren’t there to scoop me up has been difficult.

and now it seems the waves have gotten stronger,

created a tide that is ridiculously legato. 

i look for a break but there is no sign ahead.

i’ve been holding my breath far too long, 

i grow dizzier and more disoriented each day.

they tell me i’ll be okay.

that you’ve been with me all along.

but how can i be discredited for what i see.

what i feel,

each wave crashes harder than the last.

it’s easy to call clarity,

sanity,

with lungs full of air

but my lungs haven’t the capacity

to call out anything.

nor do i have you,

to help me recall those who said

they would always be there for me.

it sure as hell is hard to ask for help

when my head is this far under

and nobody was there to pull me out.