Deep End

Spring was running late and gray, thick clouds shadowing brown grass. You arrived in the rain, water pouring from your slicker, dripping puddles on the floor.

You were annoyed and now so was I. Another mess to clean, another chore to check off. You trudged through the house, soggy tracks like breadcrumbs drawing me toward you when every desire was to retreat.

Only later would I notice your eyes, so unlike my own. Aegean blue. Crystal pools inviting me to take the plunge.

For now, I didn’t mark them. I was too focused on the surface and barely treading water.

I didn’t want you here. You didn’t care. You moved ahead and we both dove in.