She drown before we met.
Kissing all the boys in the forest by the pond.
Life wouldn't be the same after that summer.
The roar of distant traffic.
Appearances serene and deceiving.
Preaching to a choir of unholy angels.
She was my friend, if only for a moment.
Black water filled her tortured frame.
The sign said 'No Swimming'.
I disregarded it and dove headlong after.
We never spoke again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.