The warm, beautiful azul waters draw me in.
The warm, beautiful azul waters draw me in. You are already in the water, beckoning me to join you. You bob up and down as the waves pass you by. The waves rhythmically intensify and collide with the shore.

On the shore, I can smell the misty sea, the sun kisses my face. I am safe. I’ve ventured into the water once or twice before, only to succumb to the waves. Trapped by the current, the sneaky undertow, I am pulled under. When I recovered, I felt battered, cold and numb.

I brace myself to venture in, comforted by the fact that you were already in and that we would brave the rough waves together. Hoping that, if (or when) I fall, you’d be there to pick me up and rescue me from drowning.

The waves take me under. The swift current that I knew was there all along sucks me in. I am trapped. And you aren’t there.
['Kevin Costa']
['Water', 'Relationships', 'Poem', 'Vulnerability', 'Hemolo']