I had been out to sea
for much too long.
Just as I got my feet on the sand again,
you pulled me away.

A rushing tide of laughter and excitement
I let myself go with you
for a while.

Sailing on the crest of a tidal wave
it could've lasted an eternity
and then suddenly I felt
as if the wave were crashing over me
the weight of it crushed me

I didn't think I'd survive.

Now the tide has moved out.
I can look at the distant whitecaps
and remember the floating sensation
I had when I was with you.

But I can't pass everything by.
I need an anchor I can hold on to.
Or maybe just a sandbar
I can soothe my feet on.

I need a place to rest
where warm waters engulf me
and never threaten to sweep me
out to see again.

Next time, I won't survive.