For five years, I charted the stars slowly through the rocks –your old map in one hand, my compass dial like a watch measuring lost hours.
Daylight was a curse, but I knew I would find youeventually. It was just when and where.
The evening before I sank, the setting sun struck a path across the ocean waves to the shore. I could see your presence etched in the sand.
I woke storm-tossed onto wet shingle in my punctured life jacket. Seaweed clung to me as your silver-flecked tail had when pulling me under. Still, you wouldn’t let me stay.
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