Water crested and chest deep. I looked for signs of air. Your words came in swift and more like gusts instead of life rafts. I am drowning and you are vanishing.
Is either of us to blame?

I used to think it wasn't the words so much that mattered. But rather what you did with them.
Life it seems, is not that literal.

And somewhere between the index of my world, and the translation of yours, I got lost.