It’s evening
She’s swimming in the hotel pool
He’s watching

She’s floating
Her face beneath the waterline
She’s crying

On the surface of the water
Steam rises

She is floating, steam is rising
She is ghostlike

He’s standing
He’s leaning on the balcony
Still watching

Teeth clenching
He’s wincing at the memory
Unspoken

In the silence, in the moment
Time moves slowly

She is floating, steam is rising
She is ghostlike
The night air is cooling
He’s walking away