I keep my feet in shallow waters.. grounded.. for fear of drowning.
He swims out with nothing to tie him down nor to keep him afloat.. doing only as he pleases uncaring of consequence.. seemingly fearless..
Seemingly..
I probably should have followed. Each of us learning something from the other.. an adventure and escape from the world's unjust doings.
But instead I stayed.. stuck. Tied. happy in my oblivion.
I watched my stranger swim into the darkness.. perhaps back to his clandestine island in the Gulf somewhere.. back to his mistress.
I stand with a restriction of my own now and a cloak and dagger to protect me from the darkness and save me from drowning.
Fare well, Stranger...
Hello, sound lover.