Lahinch, Fifteen Years Ago

I was wanted by the sea

desperately wanted

I was taken out

I was floating

my feet far above solid ground

Every part of me was ached for

caressed, examined, desired

The sea wanted to take me away

to inky dark and salty cold

and I

was going

 

Then, a voice

louder than the sea's song

Surfacing I saw his face

felt his forearm around my shoulder

A thief, stealing me from the sea

so, they fought, both for me,

he and the sea

To help, I kicked

and clawed at the waves

before

he gasped

“Stop it…

…you…

…are…

…holding…

…me…

…back.”