Photo by Cristian Palmer on Unsplashyou became the holy water
you loved the water.
there, your epilepsy was more controlled.
you always joked about dying before me.
imagined yourself
sleeping in the lake
& dreaming
your soul
was a fish.
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the last day you dove beneath,
your feet kicked
like a torpedo to the bottom.
i waited like a lighthouse
for you to find the surface,
but moments turned into minutes
& your body became another shell
i picked off the bottom with my toes.
now when i go swimming
i can see your face
gliding along the surface.