Flood

That night we drove down
a seemingly familiar street
that came to a sudden end
in a pool of darkness,
the weak beams of the headlights
no match for the swallowing void.

You asked
should we try going on,
I think showing off
but maybe that stupid.
I said not unless
you want to swim home.

A strong swimmer,
I could float for hours.
But I knew you
would drag me down
and drown us both.

So we turned around,
but I wondered
how far it stretched,
how deep it went,
and if we did try

was there any current
to carry us away
or was it more like a lake,
going nowhere,
just covering over the past.

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