Even the thought they might care–The occasional, “how are you?’ feels like the sweetest sun rays piercing through dissipating, thunder clouds.

Their shortest of words acting with the deepest sentiments of love, making it possible to talk to them out loud and inside your head when all the other moments feel too heavy.

But the second you hear the laughter in their voice change to a stranger’s tone, a new bolt of lightening strikes the water, splitting the ship in two, tossing you out to sea–

And there is no mercy when the fifty foot swells suck you down with relentless force into their deep, dark abyss of a lost planet.

That break in time,

That splitting of what feels like your soul, as the vision of light you remember in their eyes turns to rejection from within–biology revolts.

Your lungs fill with the dark, murky salt water.

Stinging.

Strangling.

Suffocating.

Alarms going off, loud, angry, red, flashing lights–fangs bared screaming EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY–you need to breath.

But FUCK! What direction do you swim to take what you need?

Panic setting in–throwing off all sense of space…

Will you make it through the storm this time?