Sidepool sitting,
trying to keep my cool.
Rain is falling but
nothing can be colder
than you to me,
and me to you.
Sidepool watching
a girl drunk-crying
Partly because of some silly boy,
but I know better that
more tears are for her
and her love alone.
Sidepool listening
to the people talking.
I know what they’re thinking,
that all I think about is you.
They are probably right,
and still loving you is wrong.
Sidepool realizations,
I’ve showed up to myself
many more times than you ever did.
Drowning, no one there to save me
I’m afraid to dive right in, but
believe again maybe, eventually, I know.
Sometimes We Are Something 