Resurfacing

Resurfacing.  
Water splashing down to the floor.
Gasping for breath.
Hands shaking, violently.
Chest heaving, fighting to take in oxygen.
Crying out, the long moaning whimper of realisation.
I was not brave enough to end this misery.
I was not strong enough to end my suffering.
Tears streaming as my fate is now sealed.
I must live another day without you.
The consequences were not of my making.
The depth of my despair knows no bounds.
Unlike the water surrounding me,
It will not trickle away in a moment,
But it remains to haunt my every waking hour.
Perhaps ....
Perhaps, there is another way ....
With body limp I struggle to make sense of this.
This feeling of ridiculous exasperation.
This awareness of my own nightmare existence.
Without you.


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