Savior Complex

It's hard to hold any man
who reaches out with empty hands
Waiting in the water
until it takes him
Wading in my arms
til we go under

When we freeze on winter streets
he sees the trees as skeletal
arms about to squash him
I couldn't change
the season just to save him

Tucked into a warm cafe
on our last date
Far on the other side
of our small table
Drowning in our empty plates
forks and knives, cold silver blades
I'm selfish for his sound
So he's silent