Still, I recall, with cinnamon breaths
and a voice translucent,
you said you believed in me,
and that I helped you. In thoughts
like falling petals, I believed
you could help me too.
You knew I couldn't swim,
but you let me drown in my mind
and then in my tears, and I knew,
when I was in darkness and cold,
I should have wished for sunlight
instead of a candle. I just wanted
to make you happy. Swirling
dispute, conflicting conversation.
Was I lied to or did I learn
to tread water; did I do anything at all?
