Floaters

Whenever she comes

don't put up a fight.

Walk alongside

her not knowing

the destination:

Whether the temperature

quickly rises or you see

your grandmothers

again or the curtain

falls before the fade

and that's all

it won't matter.

You'll think

there's nothing left

and there won't be 

here

but hand-in-hand

you'll bubble

to the surface;

a wagered cold call.