"Waist Deep"
When I lost someone, it felt like I was waist deep in a pit of quick sand.
Each movement only sank me deeper, and there was no way out, except to drown.
The funny thing was, I hadn't even been close to them.
Nothing had gone on between us except the exchange of a few sentences, the few times I'd gotten to see them.
Yet here I was.
A song came on that reminded me of them, and suddenly I lost it.
I was plunged into a pit of grief I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried.
Maybe it was because I hadn't been close to them.
Maybe it was because now that they were gone I wished I'd known them better.
Maybe it was the shame that I should've thought about them when they were alive.
I had to start to think of what I did know about them in their life, and that was some consolation.
But still, today, it feels I'm still stuck waist deep in that quick sand.
Maybe I'll let myself drown.
