I remember looking for him
Walking down the river bank
Crossing the old bridge
I remember the green
And the smell of the water

More people joining, my memory
All staring down the water
I remember his blonde hair and his tiny physique
Floating down the river

Things I wish I never knew

I remember my mother trying
I remember her gasping for air
Unable to return him from his apparent death
A small town tragedy

He dies over and over
Again in my sleep

Every night he dies
He dies in my sleep