The wave comes to meet with us at the shore. It feels nice to have the water crashing through our touching toes and holding hands. We felt so small among the immense, powerful ocean. The water returns to its larger counterpart and it taunts us to become a part of it. As if to assist the ocean, the billion granules of sand try to pull us closer to the edge of the shore. Nature is calling her children to bring back something that was once a part of the earth. We could not help but give in to its orders.
Without letting go, I knew you would have gone astray from shore first. Do not leave me stuck to do my own bidding without your comforting company. Your ethereal, delicate hand in my hand, we will enter together. I do not mind if the currents are dangerously violent or elegantly flowing toward the sand. I do not mind if the currents are overpoweringly larger or tenuously smaller than our statures combined. I do not mind if the currents are preceded by kaleidoscopic sunsets or melancholic clouds. The only thing that truly matters is the slow unification of our longing to be together through this changing liquid. We will bring solidarity and stability to this impermanent state that will last until the dawning of the end.
If you should ever drown in the middle of the ocean, I will happily enter the uncharted waters and fill my lungs with nature’s fatal nourishment. It is our eventual fate and nonnegotiable contract with our mysterious mother.
To my dearest Ruth. If you decided to stay for a day more, I would have died with you.