The Swing

    There was a moment during
    My first year here when I felt
    Her hair against my cheek.  I
    Whirled in search knowing
    She was still back there and
    I was where I’d signed on to
    Be feeling here her loss again.
   
    When she said she’d chosen
    To stay, they predicted I’d
    Have these moments, the
    Dizziness, the shadows
    Flickering as though fire
    Burned near and she stood
    In it watching.  I dreamed

    Of another choice with
    Her watching as she
    Once did.  There was a
    Swing that would creak with
    Each push I’d give her or
    She’d give me on days like
    This that is creaking still.