I'm sick of your haunting, sick of your face
I'm
sick of your visits; get out of my space
Down
the river we flow. The rapids try to overtake our capsule, but we
manage to stay afloat. There is not much to say for the others,
though. Their ferry ship is within sight. Excitement and worry fill
my body; I jump on. Where is everyone? The ship is empty. The
water starts to flood around my feet. I jump back to my small boat,
avoiding the sharks. How would we save them all, anyhow, with such a
small boat? The fear and worry is flooding me like the water is
flooding the boat beside me. Soon, we'll both sink.
We're
nearing the end of the canal. There,
there they are. They are safe!
We're
not at the end, though, and “they” are no longer in my mind.
Actually, I am alone. Except for him. Are we even on a boat with a
canal or a river?
We're
discussing something about going somewhere. This is what couples do.
Apparently we're still a couple; nothing had changed or happened to
end it. We're...happy? I'm happy? With him? I suppose I am. We
discuss and go places as everything morphs. We are here, we are
there. And then I am awake, bothered by his presence, annoyed and
hurt at the same time.
