Ripples

On the water

As my hands

Move through

The cool liquid

I wash him away

Gracefully moving

Inch by inch

Forward

One lap

Two

Three

As each image appears

I wash him away

With each soft tide

The view of the present

Becomes the past

Swooshing sound

Escapes

Breath controlled

Leave me

I want to be

Without pictures

Or memories

Of what once was

But is no more

It does no one

Good to dwell

On extinguished flames

I wash him away

Far away from me

Into the next lane

Into the book of

Yesterday

For tomorrow

Comes and

This is gone

I am a new person

Looking toward

The future

I washed him away