Quicksand

By Jinky Mae Aduana

distance will keep us at bay 

the more we’ve gotten closer 

the more we should've stayed away 

reckless frolics on frozen lakes, 

impulsive dives on bluish seas 

we’ve danced happily, 

perhaps too much, 

now quicksand has gotten both of our feet 

i’ve tried to get out 

once, then twice, hastily then thrice 

only to find myself sinking deeper 

each and every time 

you’ve made it a point that you know more than i do 

so i asked you what to do

you looked at me dead in the eye, 

with quicksand passing just above my waist line, 

and told me “i don’t know, too”