Butter Knife

She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but she's not there. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but you're not there. I was sat building sandcastles on the beach, When you appeared and told us you were swimming to Albania. A stallion in a black swimsuit, Long, russet mane fanned out behind. We watched as you submerged yourself in the water, no questions asked. 3 hours later you were a dot on the horizon, I've never seen any one swim so fast. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but you're not there. 10 years later the same family holiday, Same beach, same house, same thing. 7 of us on a rickety old boat, moored in the middle of the Ionian Sea. I watch you out of the corner of my sunglasses, you're unaware. Your daughter's in the water holding out her hand, But you're sullen, you're scared. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but she's not there. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but you're not there. It was your funeral today and no one could go because of coronavirus. It's hard to get my head round the idea that you're gone, We've been watching you fade so softly, so slowly, for so long. I was scared of your harshness, your sharpness, your edges, And your strength from before, But as you began to forget yourself, I grew to love you more. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but she's not there. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but you're not there. Serrated edges soften, blunt as a butter knife. No one's ever ready to watch someone they love lose their mind. Serrated edges soften, blunt as a butter knife. No one's ever ready to watch someone they love lose their mind. She doesn't remember they said, A head and a body but you're not there.