I arrive here in daydreams to sit in our boat
that drifts to the end of the rope and back
like morning's lazy scent and creaks
as we steal kisses before the moment
you slipped and pierced the mirrored surface
your shocked expression disappearing
into the darkness too late I reached
and watched the last of the rising bubbles
two days later they find your face frozen
in surprise that questioning look at fate
I only come to this place
when there is a break
in the clouds still hoping
a shadow of you
might hook onto my fingers