Wading

Waiting

I suspend within a disbelief of self

Prompted by a surging of mechanism foreign to you but partial to me

We are separated

Although no longer shedding by habit but requiring intention

Red becoming a search rather than a reminder

You reach your hand in,

cold, rushing downward and grasp

Heavy

Weighted

You arise with a stone lodged deep in my being,

you take it with you for safe keeping