the ice that filled your blood
the first time you made her cry
the time an infant fiercely gripped your finger in her perfect fist
the moment before the doctor speaks when his sad eyes have already told you everything
the night she drowned you in a tidal wave of exquisite back-arching white-hot fellatio
quivering above an unfamiliar toilet bowl, cold air against clammy skin, your mind performing dizzying camera tricks as you vomit up that one drink too many
lying awake while she whimpers in her sleep and wishing you could join her in the dream to make things better
salt and sunburn and the gritty sound of sand between your teeth as an angry roaring wall of water looms above you
the night you buried your face between her breasts and warmed her skin with unexplainable tears
tiny sections of time which curl into memories