I remember screaming as loud as I could at the bottom of the pool.

Fighting with the water as it tried to send me up.

Floating on an expanse so dark you could lay and imagine space cradling you, ripe with stars and suns.
And the perfect teal sea in the morning, when I awoke in search of distraction.
I see us walking home.

Your hands, your shoes, the night you thought of me before we had ever spoken.
I hold you tightly in my memories, but you slipped through my fingers.