Floating Dead Fish
She couldn't speak, tongue-tied, no matter what
Providing words had never felt so absurd
Dressed up and ready to go, but she barely tried
Crossing that door felt just like a worthless vow
We'll find a way, goldfish used to sing
Neglected bowl out on the windowsill
Sooner or later, we will swim our way home
Ghosts stepping in, she clung to all that was there
as did her summer white dress when winds blew west
There was a time, maybe will, now still and gone
peers at the ruthless garden, as leaves dance on.
And since that day rivers overflowed
Islands cut off where green fields used to grow
And floating dead fish recall everything, you know
Autor(es): David Sagarzazu
