By Abrahim Harb
I'm in the water
struggling,
my arms waving—
but nobody takes notice.
I yell once more—
I take my last
breath. Then I see,
see you in the abyss.
You look at me—
my body goes limp.
* * * * * * * * *
I’m in the water again.
Struggling.
Waving my arms,
nobody is there,
to hear the screams,
or see my last breath.
I wave my arms one last time—
You are
no longer in the abyss.
For you have left—
Left me for dead.
