Today I have chosen to forget you – or at least to appear as though I have. No mention of your name, though I hear your voice inside me. No inkling of a tear, though the river runs firm and strong in my veins. I ache to burst the meniscus of my silence, yet stay beneath the shimmering surface instead, holding my breath. Under the sea…all my memories, like wrecks and smoke stacks. Submerged and emergent evidence of a far greater force than I. Perhaps it was you all along.