The world was washed away and I was wet, there was the world and circumstances and I was in the middle somewhere. You were there, you were shook, eyes bubbling from your head like they were reaching escape velocity and gasping at my weakness.
But I was tired, I knew I was and you were fighting and I could see you were. You had mastery of the world and I was a dry and brittle being looking down at the sum of my life, a savings account of untied shoe strings and taxes.
I lived and died for this, but my greatest accomplishment is that you were next to me. I built this for you, that fearlessness. You watched my pain and you knew that you didn't want it for yourself.
You passed. You passed me. And now you will be something I have never seen before but that I should have seen all along.