Recently I'd walk down to the beach.
It was dotted with red poppies.
Recently, people would complain about seeing less of me.
When recently, I'd been feeling as if it'd be a lovely day for a swim.
I could do better if maybe I'd had more energy.
Please be fine.
Recently, I've been so tired of me.
This seemed like such a place to be.
When frequently, I've wanted something to drown me.
Rain falling from the downcast skies.
Tickling the petals of those red poppies.
Pockmarks in the soft sand underfoot.
I love you.
I know I could do better if I just had more energy.
Because recently, and frequently, I've thought it was a good day for swimming.
What was it exactly that I used to be?
When I wasn't dreaming of going swimming.
Soon those red poppies grasped and wound up to my knees.
Sure this was a place for me.
I definitely had red flags that pleaded me not to go.
A place to be.
Yet it seemed as if they'd had whispers.
Please don't go, I love you so.
See, I did mind.
No matter if the others complained about seeing less of me.
Since it was such a good day for swimming.
Pining for days of smiles.
But not just because someone told me so.
I didn't want to see that red flags that screamed don't go.
Even if they said I love you so.
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