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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?

Beats me!

But if it’s pride,

This Pride needs to say sorry to my mother!