Start Swimming Sooner
what a game it had been
You were right:
I am the one
who got away —
from myself for so long
that I
hadn’t recognized
what ego actually meant.
And then, I believed
that abandonment
had an innate
prerequisite
of connection, but we
never honestly
did that,
did we?
It’s not your fault,
or is it?
No, blaming you
would be like scorning
a loon
for haunting
the lake with forlorn
wails in search
for his own belonging.
We were praised
by strangers for
playing the long game.
And what a game
it had been.
Yet,
I was a ferry
drifting through,
however slowly.
And if I really got away,
and if we were really meant to
stay together,
then why didn't you
start swimming
sooner?
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
Comments (3)
Gosh this was so painfully heartbreaking. Loved your poem!
This is some brilliant writing. I love the line about abandonment. Well written, Sam.
So sad but so beautifully wrought.