We were standing at my living room window in an unfamiliar house, looking out at the small front yard bordered by a low fence, watching the tide
recede back behind the house. Every night
the tide comes in and floods the land all around the house, and the fish come in and stay there
until the tide goes out.
We stood there in
the dark blue morning light watching swordfish shimmy backwards out of the silt
and mud into deeper water to make their way back to the ocean.
It was as if you’d never left and we were
still as close as ever. I still miss you more than I should. I think we’re
forever connected by water. I hope the tide comes in again.
[this morning's dream]