“I really brought you here to look at this.”

It was the rain on the window, and the

smell, and the details, that I remember.

I knew I would fall short, and that I would

never even have that same chance again.

“I made this a very long time ago.”

I’m not sure when it got so dark outside,

but less silence would have been better.

Maybe the TV, or the central air.

If I could have cared about something more.

“This is the page that is so hard to share.”

And there was no stopping this, it was all

ahead of itself. There was something skipped.

Between what was unknown and what was left

out, I steeled myself, for what was to pass.

“This is me, this is how, and this is why.”

It was years, and it was never brought up.

It was years, and it never left my mind.

And I needed that afternoon again.

I needed that day when I had earned it.

“Thank you for letting me share that with you.”

And as my waters were being tested,

as I was supposed to learn how to swim.

Five years later I would drown, and I would

never get her to share the truth again.