Summertime Sadness

 Two summers ago, we were caught in a hurricane that nearly drowned us all. When we finally made it out of the churning water, spitting brine and shivering as the wind whipped our clammy shoulder, we swore we would never come back to this godforsaken shore. One summer ago, we found ourselves back where we started, waiting for the moon to set as Aquila trekked across the sky. And this summer? This summer, my thoughts are floating away, floating on the open ocean, only to be replaced with an echoing sort of emptiness. It was reckless of me to think that I would be okay. I'm not. I'm not. The tide falls back and I am irrevocably lost without you.