I tried calling Ophelia last night
Have her whisper to me about love and madness
About what it truly feels like to drown
I could feel how reluctantly she picked up
She said you couldn’t put words on everything
So I asked her if the water tasted of spite
I imagine it did, after all it is dead
She told me I wasn’t listening – she’s right
My mind had wandered ahead
But finally she replied: love
Drowning I mean, it felt like love
To the brim with waves, my heart poured
As my lungs filled with oceans, I felt adored
There was on odd silence after that
I think she was trying not to cry
So I didn’t say anything when tears flooded the line
I wondered if it had stung, to love the sea
To swallow that much devotion
A stupid question really, she was torn so clearly
I had gotten the answer I expected (they are one and the same)
So in a heartfelt silence, I hung up
Ophelia drowned again today
She really does never learn
Turns out love and madness take all
I think I should give her a call