I am sure it was you
looking back at me
hand reaching out.
I knew you would come,
you waited there
just below the surface—
moon over my shoulder—Hello Moon.
the only way I remember you is sadly.
I hesitated as though it would be too easy
to touch your close-enough-to-touch face,
then there was no time left,
just a dream almost breaking through—
almost
one last touch
from the world
beyond the watery sky.
asha
