I am sure it was your face looking down—
looking back at me—
your fingers holding on.
I knew you would come,
wait there just beneath the surface.
Moon looking in on me now and then—
The only way I remember you is sadly.
I hesitated as though it would be too easy
to touch your close-enough-to-touch form,
then there was no time left,
just a dream almost breaking through—
for one last breath,
the world somewhere—
just beyond the watery sky.