Ready, Set .. Stop.

Bang.

Breath follows a rhythmic pant ranging up and down

Both feet sweeping across the surface

Each step planted firmly yet light on each leap 

Head turns back, eyes leak out a hint of panic, grudge. 

You are running

running away, 

from me.

My dear, have you noticed?

This is not a race. 

Such a hurry, but there is no ideal destination.

Nor is there Gold, second place, last. 

Why is this a competition.

Self-Esteem.

Because we all want to 

save some

face. 

Forgive me,

for I never intended this to happen.

ちょっとかなしかった。

She and Me. 

Me and He. 

Her and Him. 

They and Them. 

What about, 

"You and I?"