You should see me.
Synchronized swimming in hope.
If the last time around today, you said “I’ve loved you,” forgive that I did not hear the splash of you landing next to me.
I apologize for the poison in my ears and beg your pardon for the lead in my lungs.
These days are funny to me.
As I learn how to float, I mimic the small frys and water bugs frolicking around me.
These days are strange to me.
As I strengthen my kick, I feel the distant hands of Some Kind Of Sea Creature softly holding my back.
My fins feel fine and you should see me.