The calming beaches fill with strong currents going every way, too many ways
I warn them, and wrong sounds of rushing water fill their ears instead
They need to run, but their bodies can’t move
No
They won’t move
They want to stay with me
No
They give me their hand
But I’m not ready to go yet,
the sun is still out lying with me in the sand    
It surrounds me in an embrace I never want to let go
The last thing I can’t let go of
The heat feels so natural
And I’ll wait for the storm to pass
Watching them walk up and away from my little beach
I should call
Shout  
Scream
It’s okay, they can’t hear me now
I shouldn’t strain my voice
I can wait
And maybe next time I’ll go