I am a cacophony of  voices

crying out.

 

a grey-purple river laps wildly at slanted smooth

wooden steps.

 

mosquitoes snap and crickets

howl.

 

the water is high and cold but not

cold enough to numb.

 

I hide in the warmth of long sleeves and hood

fleece worn smooth into safety.

 

arms wrap around myself I am

smaller than I used to be.

 

dark claims its prize from the day

snide at its inevitable victory

won from a sky on fire.

 

splash, rush, wither

 

I miss you I miss you I

miss you.