gosh, you should have seen me.
in the pool
you would have been astounded.
i swam and i swam and i swam for almost an hour, rarely crashing into anything.
but you weren’t there. and i felt your absence. the pangs and crevices of all you were not.
you should have seen me.
but i would be the last person on this earth to ask that of you.
someday i will stop writing about swimming because there is really not much more I can say about it.
yet when i am not swimming, that’s when things get kind of complicated.