Note

The Thames looks so cool in the blazing yellow heat
        of the London afternoon.
Across Waterloo bridge, gazing East towards the sea, I
        could swim for miles and miles and miles until I reach
        Norway. The roads Adam and I made plans to go to
        but never did.
The commuter rush, tourist heat rushing towards Soho, Holborn
        or the South Bank.
I am gone -- I wish I was cool in the waters of the dirty river.
Just like I had planned to in the Baltic Sea, when I was to see
        Europe.
Maybe then, I wouldn't have any troubles.



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I am distracted, and you are so many miles away. And I am sad.