I went to the lake. I was looking for you, but you must have already left. You were always the impetous one. Well, it was getting dark, there in the woods when they found your body in the soft wet ground. I couldn't bring myself to look, the way your limbs went limp when they picked you up, the way your legs fell to one side.
And I remember long ago when our fathers brought us to this black lake. They threw us in to teach us how to breathe again.
I went to the lake. I was thinking of you and the way your legs fell, and the way we're all just animals.