I realized where I remembered your soul from.
It was in the sea. You were so pretty leaning over the water, and I was curious and got to close and got tangled in your fishing net.
And you freed me but your fingers got tangled in my hair. And then you took me home and we got tangled in each other instead.
And when you had to go out to sea again, we’d play a game, where I’d divine the day you’d come back. And when you did, we’d laugh and kiss all the new freckles on each others faces and lie tangled up together until you had to leave again.
But once, a storm blew you off course and delayed your return by a day, and when you finally came home you found I had gone out to look for you,
and when I didn’t come back you decided I was lost,
or worse, that I didn’t want to be found-
and so you never went to the sea again.
But the truth is that I was just under your boat, and always had been, for how could I stay ashore when you and the sea were my home?