They brought him. He stood there very still as though he was always alone. They dug up the bottom of the sea and planted him. They brought him here to rest. To die, to watch. Was he a watcher? His eyes were so deep and full of sadness. Why did they leave him here all alone?
I wondered why the sea was still and all the creatures had left. I was only a child when the big metal steam things came. They came to us and built cities. The cities were loud and full of life. Some kind of put together objects. Mysteries to mermaids and dolphins. What are they doing here? I never knew.
I grew up with him standing there, watching over me, protecting me as I explored the sea. He was there when they left. When the steam things left the city, he was still there.
I loved him, years went by and I loved him. I did not care what he was or who they wanted him to be. I did not care of things brought by others, I only cared for him and I will love him forever.
He was familiar to me. He was my one and only. The one who never left. The one who I could go to whenever I needed to. The one who the sea kept. The sea kept him standing there just as they left him. He looked like them, his eyes, his body. He looked like them but still was different.
He wispered in the night. Under the sea, he wispered things to me. Things I could only hear. Things for me.
I loved him and I never knew his name.
I kept him.
I kept him.
I loved him.
Story and Poem by ~Laura Barbosa~ 2010