In this rain that lasts forever
I embrace a loneliness like no other
And live with it till it becomes my friend
And cast this savage poem upon the waters.
My love, I could not save you from your life
Nor you from mine, but I promise you these lines
Are as real as our names, as the pain we know
Of our coming and going, our swimming, our drowning.
— Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “A Coin for the Ferryman,” Afterworlds. (McClelland and Stewart; 1st edition, 1987)