As she pressed my face into her breast

Rain fell upon me.

Her body was shaking rhythmically to the droplets

Coming out of her face.

The tears became a waterfall.

And she was becoming the sea

In which I capsized.

She has hold me in her arms

Like a boat that would keep me from drowning.

(…)

I don’t know why I know that the room was locked,

But I did.

And I still know now.

The people were there, prawda, but -

Did the raindrops even feel the same to them?

Do they even still remember them?

Or did this water just dissolve in salty waves?

Into the ocean in which –

In which we were drowning.