Sirens always ring on the first of every month in Hawaii. I have no explanation as to why years ago I walked away from this Cancerian/Aquarian inundation, lava flows. Creeping away at two am from a rented bungalow. Celebrating your second place at the backdoor shootout I snuck out, waning moon, aborted our engagement. Tiki shadows on my back, Waimea bay, Plummeria Lei, and sake. Stains on my robe, salty kisses mark my neck a jellyfish sting. I ran all the way uphill, your love is a tsunami. Eighty feet of pacific wave upon me. You drag my heart towards Fiji furiously. Uproot my nature and scour it along with those sailboats that had once been docked, Kaneohe bay. I’m out of luck, only memories and what’s left of my emotions. I spin rinse and tumble deeper into your realm. My hair entangles in a crimson colored coral head. Lungs bursting, ears bleeding, angelfish flutter by as I die a Aloha lullaby.