Dearest friend, why must waves come as I struggle?
[Extended Version]

By Abrahim Harb

I'm in the water
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.
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.