She can’t stop crying as she watches her body floating on the lake.
One morning swim alone, one cramp, and now it is all over.
Dead at 22.
She was going to make the world a better place.
But now she is just a dead girl in a lake.
A hand squeezes her shoulder. “I was homeless, you bought me coffee. Remember?”
She doesn’t; the deed is too small.
He walks her through a line of strangers
who whisper forgotten deeds into her ear.
Her tears dry,
and her soul lifts to a place beyond the lake.