It's not hard to love her. It never has been.
The staying is the hardest part.
We sit together on the old dock, my feet brushing against the sea water alongside her tail.
These nights, we enjoy the comfort of being next to each other; our space has no need for words.
Our love is riddled with goodbyes.
The sea calls to us both; to her as a home, to me as a death.
She leaves with just a kiss. It still feels like drowning, but gentle.
It's all that keeps me ashore.