deep water

my sad friend.
the one who
rarely calls
anymore has gone
under, she is
in the deep
end of some
dark water and
can't get out,
she doesn't want
to get out,
but is content
to stay put
in the cold
swells of
despair. i
surround her
with floats
and rope,
i extend my
hand, the wooden
oar, but no.
she won't even
look me in the
eyes anymore.
there is nothing
i can do for
her, but watch
her sink, sink
slowly into
the depths of
where she resides.