how it feels to be left

I woke up in the middle of the ocean
on a raft you carefully crafted for me out of the wood
from our bedroom set.

you didn't leave me with much
maybe it was your way of telling me to die

after thinking about dying for a few minutes
i decided i'd rather not

all things considered
breathing feels right

i set up the tarp
and a large bowl
filled with seawater
i let it evaporate
and licked the condensation off the tarp
while i enjoyed each breath
and my growling stomach