FOR ROY, WHO KNOWS THIS FEELING AIN’T RIGHT
Let's talk about heartache, Roy,
while the hurrying wind blows against the sign
with the missing R. Let’s stand outside of ‘ite-Aid,
smoking, waiting for the friend who'll drive us
out to where the blackgum trees fade
from the road. A radio’s playing the clown,
you cry for a pretty woman,
mine's a tattooed boy.
Roy, how do we tell each other of the amplified
nights, planes leaving the dusty fields of Texas.
Nothing here but nickels and dimes,
the all-day sleep of nowhere.
Look at this jacket, flung over the chair,
the emptied closet, the open door.
All night I dance alone in a room
of lit amber lamps, ashtrays, warm beer.
Roy, the shades are up. Neighbors look in,
see my arms moving in the air.
After graduating from Melrose High School in the 1980s, Swasey moved to Colorado to pursue a career in competitive figure skating, the Globe reported. After competing in three U.S. Championships for skating and winning a national title in the junior ranks, Swasey became an officer with the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs police force six years ago.Swasey was one of three people killed in the shooting. He leaves behind a wife, two children, his parents, and a sister. Read the full Globe story here.