The third time I saw him was in a land across the ocean.
Without thinking, my hands reached out for his sleeve, my fingers only grazing
the fabric.
But, my feet would not follow
as he continued on
ahead of me.
My legs would not move.
My legs would not move.
My legs would not move.
I was shivering.
Under the moon, deep into the sea, I waited for him
to return.