For Norma

I thank you
For teaching me to love from a distance
The Postcards from Italy still carry the scent of fresh Olives; a
Token from the waiter, whose eye you caught
All I can ever be to you, is the darkness that you know:
On our trip to the river
I remember how
With my head bent and my face in the water
At the riverbank
Held there by your strong hand
You taught me how to save a fish from drowning
I remember the times we had
Floating in Limbo, weightless.
Every moment was synchronised bliss! 
Here Lies a changed man, Norma
For rain will only be water as long as Man says so.