4pm, the sun is descending, and
he's searching for someone to give him something to live for
caught between gliding and drowning, his toes touch the pool for the first time in months
he has forgotten how much he loves the way the water makes him feel but
he can't stand the dark, shallow friend mirroring his strokes
floating on the surface, he turns over and kicks to the bottom
he closes his eyes as the current lifts him
as he can almost taste the fresh air, he swiftly kicks
he rockets into the air and lingers for a single ecstatic moment
he is, too quickly, drawn back to the ground
this time, he allows his lungs to carry him back to the surface
he hears a foreign key in his lock and he is still.
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