"I told her that she looked pretty,
she said it was just the sunrise burning the curtains.
She asked me what i wanted to do,
I said 'You.'
She laughed and lit a cigarette.
We put on our clothes and boots and drove to the lake.
The ice had mostly melted.
We sat looking at the starving fish. She asked what I thought the fish were thinking, I just took pictures of Her.
She asked me what was wrong, i shrugged and took pictures.
She asked again, i just stared at her and said 'nothing, i'm fine'
She looked at me and stepped onto the melting ice and asked me what was wrong, i asked for her to come back, she walked out farther, and farther and i kept begging for her to come back. i started walking towards her begging for her to come back, i could feel the ice cracking, she yelled 'not till you tell me what's wrong.'
I stared at her and said
'You. i can't stop thinking about you.'
She asked what i meant.
"I'm thinking about you like cars think about being crashed, and trees think about being cut down.
i'm thinking about you like houses and books think about being burned. like ice thinks about melting and like the sun thinks about setting.
i'm thinking about you like shirts think about being un-buttoned.
I'm thinking about you like hair thinks about being cut. like your father thinks about losing his job.
i'm thinking about you like love thinks about logic, like rhymes think about making sense. like whiskey thinks about being drank and drunks think about drinking.
I'm thinking about you like noses think about bleeding.
I'm thinking about you like the holes in our shoes think about wet pavement.
I'm thinking about you like the holes in your heart think about the ones who held the shovels.
I'm thinking about you like trains think about stopping.
and this train takes miles to stop.'
She stared at me.
'You look pretty.'
Then She told me she loved me, stepped back and fell into the water, i ran to the edge. but she had already gone under the ice.
Would you like to see the photos?
She looks pretty, doesn't she?"