Eyes closed, he gripped the sink
and said,  Undone,
and began to slide against me,
who could not hold him,
could not keep him
from sinking to the floor
like an anchor
to the bottom of the sea.

I stood for an instant
an instant only
in that small crowded space,
saying nothing, dreading
what I didn’t know:
was he passing out or passing on?

but I wondered in the aftermath
if I would miss that weight ,
the load I had been carrying
when taken from me,
if, unmoored,
  I’d drift like a boat into open sea.


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