They say when water fills the lungs the end is both quick and silent
And yet I saw you struggle as the waves embraced.
My heart foundered when you slipped below.
I never doubted your love, but I fancy you doubted mine.
Alone at night beneath the linen sheets I caress your lingering impression
until the dark was once more bested by your ghostly return.
‘I did not doubt’ you whisper, ‘the water cleansed my soul
and it was both quick and silent’.
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