Inga

Called to the furthest end of the pool, she whispered.
There were secrets dripping with cholorine
and the clicking of the filter.

We held our breath for hours
while the sky burned straight through summer
and we left our wake deliberate as we swam the aqua water.

"This is our time", she said
"Don't get it in your head
to rush..."
I was already doing a sad job of an underwater handstand
and lost the tail end of her sentence.

At the end of the day,
red-eyed awake
with hair in purified strands,
I contemplate life
while the memories are fresh 
and I hope that this joy never ends.

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