Thoughts

Fish

I was a fish.

loved the water more

than it would ever love me

So I swam until 

I stood.

Looking down at my reflection:

“be still.”

You said I would be fine up here

That you would

love the foul water right out of me

And you did.

So there I laid on the shoreline

thrashing out the very last drops

“come back to me, come back to me”

Covered in these hard scales,

gills flapping

you kept telling me to breathe

But we both know that

I can’t.

there is no more water here.