Waves That Pull

One step away from waves that play. In that fresh light, he let go that night. I thought back then, that was all it had been. I stayed to see each wave hit me. With heart shut tight, no stars in sight. My hands let go, they moved so slow. Each night I'd fall inside the call— the thoughts so loud, the cries unbowed. Maybe it's me who made him flee… But how could blame belong to shame— a lifeless fish without a wish, inside a bowl with no control? The water’s gone, his life moved on. He stood too near— the waves pulled clear. He lost the fight. He stopped the light. Too late to mend— his hands did bend... but still— that fish met no new end. _ _ _ In memory of a child with eyes full of waiting and hands left abandoned.