How was it?

You, lover of water and wave,
swimming alone,
getting into trouble,
arms flailing,
hands clutching at water,
wanting to hold on,
realising life was slipping away.

I would have gone early,
poor swimmer that I am,
thrashing wildly,
tiring quickly,
craving air,
gulping water,
but you would have hung on for longer.
You saw the world differently.

I hope the part of you still there
just after your body shut down
accepted what was happening,
was able to let go
and send a thinking farewell
to family and friends,
and was happy
finally knowing
how that last moment goes.

Elio Novello (Western Australia)

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