I have always felt the urge

to squish sand between my toes. 

Then again,

I have always felt I should 

have

toes.

Seeing her made this a 

necessity. 

Of course I couldn't

talk to her.

I was focused on

making her breathe.

I pulled her from the waters.

She can not swim, 

not without a tail.

If I had to be cursed with one

I was going to use it for saving

my princess. 

I had to find a way

to be with her. 

The sea witch gave me

a three day trade. 

Tail and voice

for legs. 

 

I squish my toes in the sand

I can be with her.

I can run to her. 

I do run to her.

But my feet

stop

in 

their 

tracks

A man is wrapped around her.

How could I not know.

I was so stupid to think

she could ever be

with a mermaid.