Swims - Mount Eerie
I can't get the image out of my head
Of when I held you right there
And watched you die
Upstairs in the back bedroom of our house
Where we have lived for many years
Your last gasping breaths
I see it again and again
As the breeze blew in
The room I still don't go in at night
Because I see you
Your transformed dying face will recede with time
Is what our counselor said
Who we walked to every Monday holding hands
Slower every week with your breathing
Until we had to drive
But then only two months after you died
Our counselor died
All at once her empty office with no light on
As if her work was done
We are all always so close to not existing at all
Except in the confusion of our survived bys grasping at the echoes
Today our daughter asked me if mama swims
I told her yes she does
And that's probably all she does
Now
What was you is now born across waves
Evaporating
