Maybe I didn’t make it clear enough. I cared. God knows why, but you moved me like no other ever has. Don’t call it love because that would make me all too young, but I cared. I ripped something in me wide open told you to take what you needed and you crashed through every barrier drew me down left me breathless, pounding, and then fell out from beneath, without a whimper or a bang, just too many words and a silence. I am the walking wounded like knows like the word tattooed across our foreheads dual declaration. I knew too much, you knew me not. You filled me till I could not breathe till all the grief you carried filled me too. With nowhere else to go it filled my head it filled my eyes and blinded I slashed numbly at the world. Tried to make an exit wide enough through which a tide of fear and friction of firsts and failed love could pour. Though you found the way in I can’t find the way out, and even now treading water in the wake of my personal Katrina trying to keep my head above water, I wonder where you are, if you’re safe or if you’re somewhere treading water too.