Mermaid (III)

On the beach as the sun comes up.
No one else here for now.
The water is grey and cold and pure.
The wind biting through.
I’ve waited years for her to come back,
tourquise tail and green, green eyes.
That perfect kiss as she held me in the waves,
a May afternoon when I was young.
Everything was right and good and perfect.
I knew peace swimming with her.
I was someone good, she made me an angel.
Under the waters in sunlight breath.
It’s cold, but I’ll wait until someone else arrives.
A flicker of a dream of a perfect place in the sun.
I am no longer young and innocent, but holding on.
Come back to me.

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