Hi Rula, I guess I am also just experimenting - I have written over time poetry that is quite descriptive. Description - for me - offers forms/more easily accessible places for others to visit. I am experimenting with metaphor and I don't know if all poetry has to be easily understood?
This was written in a very deep space when I had to confront an uncomfortable truth. Bur I also had the choice to find out more - or back off and not know the whole truth. Either way - there was no forgiveness. The pool was (and is) dark and deep. A friend of mine said it was about suicide, but it's more about confronting self and how far you will or will not go.
Thank you above all for reading this and taking the time to pause to re- read it again. That is a real privilege. I will look at it to re-edit to strengthen it, so your comments matter.

I agree Ian, it's a starting place (as I said to Rula). The original poem was a lot longer and probably clearer. I deliberately clouded it/pared it back to the bones in order to re-grow it again.Also dear Ian, I am a very happy, optimistic person who just happens to sometimes write dark poetry. Light without shade is dull! xxx

Thanks Jess! the funny thing is that although I think there is a much better poem rustling around here, I quite like this as it stands as well - short, grumpy and unforgiving. It was written to encapsulate a very odd, dislocated, uncomfortable moment. I love the idea of shoving the lover in!

Hi Ross - it's great to meet you and to have your comments. As I've said, the poem had an interesting birthing- a traumatic incident and in the poem I am talking to myself, which isn't made clear. A couple of people have picked up (in another poem as well) that I use harsh words, sometimes (I am a very soft, wobbly person, really), but that's because that words just sometimes seem to fit that framework, especially in the rough editing stage. I think I have a danger of over softening a poem when I re-work it, but that may be my perception. The only one to forgive in the world is oneself (most of the time) and in this poem, I am talking to myself. There is a much better poem hiding here so I will work on it and take on board your comments, so thank you.

Thanks Frenchf - the glory of all our interpretations! :)