As I swim towards the shore of morning,
I think of you sometimes.
Sometimes I think of you without malice
or hatred or blame.
Sometimes I am able to separate your existence
from my pain.
you are no longer my wound
or weakness or love.
So as I swim back to the shores
that for once are there within my reach,
I can look back at you
wanting nothing in return.
That is happiest end I can give you.