She died too quickly;
Oddly, I thought it was because of my swimming.
I tried my best to save her for myself;
I even pushed so hard I broke her lungs.
I’m always fighting facts;
With my fingers always checking for her pulse.
She’ll get back up, I often think!
But I know it’s a sad belief.
Just one obsession,
And all I seem to do is change calendars;
Just one belief,
And all I have done is invent a religion.
If it were lust,
It would have been short-lived.
If it were love,
I would have let go by now.
What is it then?
But if it’s pride,
This Pride needs to say sorry to my mother!