I lost you somewhere in the night.
I felt you slipping away
and tightened my grasp,
frantic,
but you pooled beneath my toes
and trickled down the cliff,
away from me.

Or maybe I am the pool
staring up at you,
face masked by your reflection.
Maybe I am drowning,
screaming,
faded.

You have a world complete on its own
and I am Echo, who loved Narcissus
who loved Narcissus
who loved Narcissus,
who loved.

3/13/04