He said quietly
before I could choke out my line.
To my surprise
the waves I locked away
broke free,
crashed into the void
and he let me go hide.
You found me in the bathroom stall
holding my knees,
wishing this wasn’t real,
wishing it was me.
You carried me to the office
where we begged to leave.
But we had to call your dad
because we were just seventeen.
We drove ourselves to my empty home.
In vain we tried to forget
but the waves came crashing again.
We held onto each other
through the storm
as our bodies
succumbed to grief.