Day Two-Prompt two
Rowboat, rowboat, notice the hole. Width of a straw but we didn’t see it, covered it was. Like a night-whispered name I chose not to hear but heard just the same. Me and you, not too far out on the lake, Hot day, sun bake. Sun only the width or our thumb, so how is it so strong? It was her name you said in your sleep as you dreamed, as you slept, as love crept out the door that was open just a little, only a finger’s worth, but out it went. And here we are in this boat, all rock and clunk, water inching, inching. You say the shore is near enough. The width of a swim. You’ll carry me on your back, you say. Water eating our shoes, almost up over our knees now. You motion me to climb on you, last time on you. We fall into the water, two-person thing we are, the one last time. The shore coming nearer. What we were sinking slowly behind.