I could have met you in the water:
fins and tail, and you are Maldoror.
I could have met you in the water:
I could have been the one that you searched for.
Eyes fixed and circling.
If you found me
face to face
and slicing through the waves,
pulling you into the sea --
“do you really need to go home?”
I’m a soul as lost as your own...
we were born of the undertow.