Feeding Time

He swims beneath the algae to get a closer look at the castle The rocks are bright pink, her favorite color Timidly he approaches the drawbridge and begins to nibble Stone. Crap. He always forgot. Turning to his left he sees a pair of blue eyes staring right at him Through the glass Mascara running down her face Trails of salty tears She whispers softly “Other fish in the sea…but just one in the bowl” He smiles warmly wishing he could swim in her tears But he is a freshwater fish She sprinkles the food into the bowl Watching as it floats along the surface He allows himself to rise to the top Hoping to feel her hand glide along his back Knowing he never will ‘Maybe if I kiss her, she’ll turn into a fish And we can live in my castle Forever.’ He nibbles the drawbridge once more Stone.