Oh,

What did you look like
when they pulled you from the river?
Were you shirtless again?

Remember the afternoon we kept
like a private joke, what we tried and failed?
Does this poem fail you?

Does it keep you alive
in the sunny spot on the floor
where you went to lie

like a dog when you left the bed?
Come here, you said. I’m sorry.
Come here anyway and let me hold you.