We joined lives in midstream
clinging to each other to stay afloat–
sometimes too tightly
at others far too loosely.
We pushed, swam, touched, hugged,
laughed, cried, and yelled...
all in an attempt to make our way
and above water.
you pulled away from me,
needing to swim to your long gone father.
I released you softly, easily,
with my heart in my throat,
and one eye on the turgid water…
you’d stay afloat.