Aquilles

The tide pulls them into its stubborn grasp,
Crashing into rocks,
Entangling in seaweed,
This is home yet so unfamiliar,
The hands of memory not leaving fingerprints on any shell,
Footprints sinking into nothing.
The same hands that cradled it close,
Have cast it to the side,
Leaving it a fish out of water.

Clumsy, drowsy, and forgetful-

his memories flow like water, right down the drain...

Even still, when he watches the moon rise, his heart is shaken by insurmountable emotion.

Pronounced "Achilles" but ackeels also works!