How I Drowned

In what box will I place you
under my bed?
At night your dreams
will rise to meet me.

My bedroom door will open as if the wind
called it.
Instead of black empty hallway,
you will be there.

Your chest the soft warm carapace
of night.
Your lips the water that lives
in rivers.

Your siren call will bring me
to you.
I will follow you
to the Sound.

In the morning,
I will wonder what brought me
to this riverbank
as I choke on the water in my lungs.