I slept on moonlit sheets and shallow comforts,
while you grew tired
swimming in midnight waters.
You kept your head up though.
With hope-worn eyes, looking to the shore
for the light of a father’s countenance
to guide you home.
But I was only a shadow
and you got used to the dark.
The pride of life will drown out love
and offer a breath to the already dead.
But if I could do it again,
I would swim - my son.
Oh, how I would swim to you.
And we would find the shores of redemption together.
But instead, I lie on faded sheets
getting tired on lost time.
Swimming circles in my mind.