Swims

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I can't get the image out of my 
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head
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Of when I held you right there
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And watched you die
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Upstairs in the back bedroom of 
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our house
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Where we have lived for many years
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Your last gasping breaths
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I see it again and again
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As the breeze blew in
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The room I still don't go in at 
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night
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Because I see you
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Your transformed, dying face will 
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recede with time
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Is what our counselor said
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Who we walked to every Monday, 
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holding hands
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Slower every week with your 
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breathing
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Until we had to drive
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But then only two months after you 
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died
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Our counselor died
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All at once, her empty office with
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 no light on
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As if her work was done

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We are all always so close to not 
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existing at all
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Except in the confusion of our 
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survived-bys grasping at the 
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echoes
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Today our daughter asked me if 
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mama swims
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I told her, "Yes, she does
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And that's probably all she does
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Now."
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What was you is now borne across 
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waves
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Evaporating