I remembered how Ed had begged me
to get into a boat with the other women,
but I had only smiled,
and gently put my hand onto his, and said,
“Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you.”
After that he had given up trying.
I remembered then how he had lifted his hand to my back.
I could still feel his slightly trembling touch,
trying to ease my restless mind,
or maybe to ease his.
"It will be alright."
He had said, looking out over the ship's railing
and into the endless sea of darkness.
That was when the ship's floor
seemed to succumb to gravity
under my very feet.
That was when the screaming began.
That was the moment I knew he had lied.
By E.R. Blair