Enough to Drown.

It's when you become a part of all of my favorite things that I notice the water around me.

Not enough to drown but enough to make the ends of my jeans soggy and cold, so I can't ignore it.

It's when I find myself looking for you in every room that the water reaches my knees.

Not enough to drown, but enough to make me want to stay because the water feels warmer than the air.

It's when I find excuses to be around you, even when it makes things harder for me, that the water reaches my shoulder.

Not enough to drown, but enough to stand and contemplate floating for a while.

It's when I rather be upset with around you than happy around anyone else that the water is too deep to stand.

Not enough to drown, but enough to tread water until I grow a little sore.

It's when I grow to hate the one I'm supposed to love because they are not you that the water grows strong.

Not enough to drown, but enough to make it a struggle to keep swimming.

It's when you leave that the water has won.

I'm drowning.

I'm gone.