Me, remember?

Do you remember
me
trying to reach out,
to grasp
at my straws of sanity?

Do you remember
me
crying out aloud
against the darkness,
gasping
for reasons to live?

Do you remember
me
sinking
in the basalt darkness,
the blackness pulling me under?

Do you remember
the loss
of reasons to go on?

Do you remember
seeing me
go down
right in front of you?

Do you remember
looking away?