021p: 10 years ago

this morning the MAX feels
like it did when i visited
10 years ago. a sense of promise.
a newness from the gray sky
and thin rivulets of rainwater
descending from the glass.
10 years ago i was with you,
a brief important moment,
a catalyst for the next part
of my life. a flash in the pan.
we built it up like stone-by-stone,
but it could never hold back
the floor. the flood that
came fast, drowned deep,
and receded too quickly.
i treaded water when
i should have drowned
with you.