Though still here,
The ghost of you follows me.
The tumultuous waters jeer,
For I cannot leave the Baltic Sea.

It tosses and stashes me away,
In pockets of sand and salt,
Parts which feel unique but are gray.

No matter, this sea I exalt.

Our corner reveals a stunning scene,
Glittering scales swoosh by my rigid hand.

Flicking their tails, they circle between
Each other.
This feeling I cannot understand.

But as the sea swirls
Liquid crystals calm my mind.
I see my reflection in the pearls;
These brazen waters will not blind.

But I am still drowning anyway.
When do I give you my heart,
Waterlogged and dripping?
When do you give me yours,
Cracked and splitting?