We Talked Today

Not in the “let’s catch up.” Sort of way.
But the “this is your last chance.”

Standing next to the water. Toes dipping just above the edge.
I could fall in. But I can't swim.
I wonder how deep it is.

It wasn’t him this time. It was me. Maybe I feel guilty.
Maybe I know that he is right.
He is sorry.
It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t mine.
I fought. 
He ran.
Maybe I resented him for that.
Not for leaving. But for going back to something just as bad.

Sometimes, I wonder how he’s doing.
What he will amount to. I run it over and over in my mind.
Is there something that I could do to help him?
Does he just need an opportunity?
Or does he need a miracle?
Because I’m a little short on those lately.