CW: mentions of suicide

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Forget yourself in the water,

let the cold wash over you like a grave,

 

count the bubbles like stars

and lose yourself to memory.

 

We were close once, in the way

only the sun and the moon can be

 

recollection swirling in the back of

our minds like dead fish, the way

 

the shards of the past seem to rush

back up like broken glass. This was 

 

how you forgot yourself: you flew too 

close to the sun until it swallowed you 

 

whole, bleeding and cold with death

until it seeped into the sky, your

 

dark shadow. Did you ever consider

I was right behind you? I suppose you’ve

 

forgotten, the nights where we let

memory haunt us like ghosts, the screams

 

flooding out until we were sick of the

darkness. I was scared then, the whispers

 

of the night creeping into my ears like

your last symphony, but I let the shadows

 

haunt me now – your wings grazed the sun 

and you drowned burning as I watched

 

you fall. I can’t remember the last time

I let my eyes bleed like this, the grief that sinks

 

through the night until I’ve forgotten how to

breathe. Was this it? Did you fly into the sun

 

because you were sick of the shadows?