Pier 92/94

It began to rain.

Really hard.

We rushed to find shelter under the bridge,

Patiently waiting for the clear sky to make its return.

I looked over at you,

And you at me.

You opened your arms for me like you had done

many times before.

Your eyes were glossy as it had been many times

this summer while we swam together.

But this felt different.

We usually live in time,

But we felt time in this moment.

That we were running out of it.

That each moment spent together was closer to the

end than the beginning.

Standing in the rain made it feel cool for the first

time in months.

I began to shiver,

And you pulled me closer.

Our hearts beating against one another.

Our souls reaching for one another.

This doesn’t happen to me.

Becoming close to someone so quickly.

So profoundly.

So purely.

You became so precious in such a short amount of

time,

And just as soon,

You’d become a line heard in Frank Ocean songs.

The 1:25 part of “White Ferrari”.

Or the 2:07 part of “Self Control”.

The emotion in the air became too much to take in.

It became hard for me to breathe.

Tears began to fall,

Matching the sky around us,

I loved you.

Truly.

In a way that cannot be duplicated in my wildest

dreams.

I think Heaven knew how hard this was,

Because the rain didn’t let up.

It was as if the sky was saying,

“Hold each other. Love each other. Make this

moment count.”

And we did.

The combination of tears and rain became the ocean

we resided in together.

We were drowning.

Heavy tides coming in.

My legs were tangled and I couldn’t swim.

We were too deep in the water.

Too deep to save each other.

The only way for us to stop drowning,

Is to let go and save ourselves.