I remember the way you looked,
on the dock,
wind pulling at you,
tearing you away,
echoing it's siren wail,
the way you wouldn't look at me,
only ahead into the sun as it dropped
behind a pocket in the sky,
the essence of summer
at its best,
and I smiled,
as I pushed you into
the clear cold water,
and you fought for life,
like you never fought
for me.