if you ever feel like you’re drowning,
and your arms become tired
from fighting the waves of emotion
that sometimes overwhelm you,
let my love be your raft.
absorbing the weight
of the burden to smile
when tears feel more appropriate.
let my love be the life vest
when you can’t find the green in your blues.
fold your arms around it
and float until you do.
eventually, you’ll see the shoreline;
flow with the tide—let it carry you in.
but you know this because you were my lifeguard,
it was you who taught me to swim.