Joey, a strong swimmer.
The undertow, stronger.
Roberta’s therapist said, “Don’t hold it inside. Write it down.”
Last night, Roberta wrote:
“I thought I was over you.
I thought I could make it through.
I thought I knew what to do,
until I heard that song.
That song made us smile.
That song meant so much.
Reminds me how I miss your kiss
and your gentle touch.
Breathing deep.
Can’t go to sleep.
Nights last far too long
without you here
beside me, dear,
listening to that song.”
Tears fell, again.