I’ve forgiven you
for trying to drown me
in the late 90s but
I still haven’t learned 
how to swim
 
the fear of forgetting you 
weighs heavily on my conscience 
 
I’m sure you didn’t mean
for your typhoon waters
to drag me under
 
you only wanted to hold
me in your gut
before I left your land with 
false promises of a return
 
neither of us had intended
for the fear and excuses
to keep us apart 
for so long 
 
but I still dream 
of seeing your golden face
and I’m sure one day
I’ll take a swim in the ocean
 
and remember just good it felt 
being in your gut
even if I never return