our
first
swim
was
the
last
swim
of
summer.
you
said
i
needed
boys
that
smelt
like
the
sea;
now that they are gone
and
you
are
right,
memories
lurk
down
by
the
wooden
boats.
things i didn’t know about
i hate not knowing everything.
it
is
a
reminder
that
the
world
exists
without
me,
that
i
am
not
a
part
of
everything.
if
only
i
had
known
then
you
can
only
romanticise
something
when
it’s
gone,
like
some
kind
of
consolation prize
for your loss.
i
will
shut
my
eyes,
open
my
legs
and
view
the
world
as
i
see
it.
i
find
myself
wishing
there
was
only
one
place
i
had
ever
known
you
so
i
could
destroy it.
here
are
too
many
places
that
have
part
of
me.
we
drove
back
the
following
night
and
you
said
we
had
won
and
i
knew
by
you
saying
it
that
we
hadn’t.