I am drowning

Blanket is my only horizon.
My fingers have forgotten your phone number
but my eyes can still see the river of lead
washing down your face, blurring it to future.

I don't compose farewell letters anymore
but I still can't help faking a smile or
cracking a lame joke when people are around.

I wonder if they still find out,
with my unwashed hair, unchanged clothes.
I am drowning but I want someone to save me

I am drowning,
come save me.