My Face

Sometimes I don’t recognize my face By the time I had managed to near the water’s surface, I had forgotten what I looked like My mind was hazy, as was my vision, So perhaps recognition was irrelevant Whether or not I had realized the face staring back at me, Seeing someone blocking my only path to breathable air Was still a horrifying thing No one believes me, But I swear that when I reached to break the water’s surface, The hand that reached to meet me was a tangible thing I felt it try to kill me Sometimes I think only one of us made it out of that water alive Sometimes I don’t think I was the survivor Sometimes I don’t recognize our face