Gone From the Boat, Far From the Ocean 4

I go into your house
and wear your clothes

I talk to your wife like I know her

We eat food together
I look into her face

Her mouth looks dry
her eyes
two animals dying
struggling in black tar, frantic
in the shadows of never-ending twilight
her whole body sagging at the corners

I hold her hands
I tell her
it really will be alright

But we both know
remember
your laughter,
filled with joy and surprise,
from the other room

Refreshing like a spring
like water
burbling up
between jutting rocks,

into a rich, moist, dark
cool velvet
carpet of moss
on a wet black stone

like a mossy cave?