The Ocean

Here I sit, back at the bar.

A rusted black stool,

The same musty air,

A ceiling fan barely spinning.

Paradise.

I look through the glass,

Through the ice cubes and whiskey.

She was my whiskey once.

No, she was more than that.

She was my ocean.

And here I am stranded on an island.

I remember stepping on the beach,

Sand hot to the touch

And encouraging me to step into her waters.

She provided me relief.

Holding my breath

I dove in head first.

The deeper I swam the more my heart raced.

Beauty grew from below,

Colors blossomed in the deep abyss.

Yet I couldn't stay under for too long.

My lungs shriveling, crying for air.

I gasped at the surface,

Hands like raisons,

And hair full of salt.

Thats when the waves began.

The wind howled,

The sky crackled,

You pushed me back in.

I wished you felt my anguish.

I wish your water wouldn't push me down under.

I wish you didn't give me this fear.

The fear of the ocean.

The fear of salty water and predators.

Your predators.

Now im here.

Drinking alone on this island.

Looking among the horizon.

Never touching your waters again.