Ebb and Flow

There was nothing left to salvage. They were

both casualties in their self-made calamities.

They kept swimming away from safe shores,

riding the tides toward the whirlpool that 

sucked them into an abyss of missed

anniversaries, unresolved jealousy, a lipstick

stained collar

        — a broken condom and a pregnancy test they

             never got to talk about.

They were everywhere and nowhere at once.