The offshore sure thing - Your hook, unhooked.

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.