unnoticed
by David X. Hugo
drowning is the loneliest as
even sound can’t get to you
water floods your body
thoughts flood your mind
thoughts of your friend’s faces
rapt in moments of sheer ecstasy
but not saving you
like the particles moving
a r o u n d your outstretched arms
and when you first go down
you know
and your heart
it knows
and it matches the bpm of
all of the saddest songs
a slow shuffle for the
last dance
you’re a wallflower at
this slow dance
but the song never resolves
and you’re last thoughts
are cliche
like that song candle in
the wind, or whatever
you feel like one of those
candles, and you feel the
flicker and understand it
like you couldn’t before
when the understanding comes…
well
you know what happens then,
even now you do
like when you had nothing to
do so you just fell asleep.
