Texting You at 1 a.m.

I struggled to stay afloat, but
the rip tide held me like a mother
to a wandering child.

I opened my mouth to
shout back to land, but
was silenced by
water.

And I tried to dig my feet
into the sandy bottom of consciousness,
but the rushing tide poured out
its foamy fingers and dragged me
deeper and deeper
until land was only a speckled memory
in my already dreaming mind.