4 years.
I've been angry with you.
You rolled me under.
Shifted my tide....
spit me out into the mountains...
salted,
dehydrated,
unforgiven;
I return.
I anticipate your altered shoreline...
you've raged
I can smell your rush...coming in, coming out
The last time you pulled at me
I begged for you to take me, pleaded...
you refused.
Stopped short.
Leaving me the lone survivor of your shipwreck.
4 years.
I haven't seen the sights of you.
The distance of your swell
The offshore sure thing
Your hook,
unhooked.
Tossed back, washed up
seaweed tangled
secondary drowning; drowned.
We're about to settle up
O' Captain! My Captain.
