The drowning turns to fear. Cast your eyes towards the shore, you will not see it again. I fear we have done each other harm, unwillingly.

We braved the unknown with our eyes wide open, both saying 'never again!'

And yet I think I am still a child. I have not grown up. I have not learned. I am still too frightened of letting go when the time is right.

I don't want to be alone but there is nothing ahead. Only darkness and your hand warm around mine.

Perhaps we'll never grow up and we'll never learn and we'll go on stumbling.

Is this wisdom?