You'd Be Home Now

I should be sleeping, but I’m floating again instead. Night is my favorite time to float and soon, when fall comes, it will be too cold

then and there, my lungs bursting, that I will spend the rest of the summer underwater, weightless and unharmed and silent and safe.

Sometimes I stayed in there longer than I needed to, just for some peace. It’s hard all the time. Pretending.

I don’t know if we make sounds, because my heart is in my ears, drowning me.