To the best friend i watched sink I woke up to the sound of the warmest rain. Right in the middle of Spring and new blossoms, we were suddenly pulled back into Fall. I watched you collapse and sink. You started rising to the top. A tint of orange gold against the sky. I carried you outside. It was the first time you saw the sun, and later the blanket of evening welcomed you My tears were carried into swirling air, met by the tender leaves of Fall and the rotten smell of romance past. I thought about you this August: The sporadic sounds of the splintered filter. The sweet and mushy yellow autopsy. Your stormy death, my little fish, George. Rae Godfredsen ‘19
Pillars of Salt 25
