I know that song that you just played
From when I was at sea.
Adrift—a voice would rise and fade
With that same melody.

Her words would lap against my boat
From somewhere down below.
Every dripping, splashing note
Was tempting me to go.

Some nights I’d hear her song and stare
Into the endless deep
And wake in panic—unaware
Of swimming in my sleep.

I hadn’t heard it played since then—
I’ve been so long ashore.
I almost felt her grip again,
Tugging at my oar.