Abigail

I wrote this a while back about someone I ended up becoming very good friends with. His name was not "Abigail," but there's reason it's called that. You'll just never know, I guess.

I'd imagine a kiss from you
would taste like sulfur
from all the hurt in your voice.
The ice you dance on is dangerously thin.

I can't fight the feeling of drowning when I'm with you.