Why

He found me on the side of the road
Washed up by the ocean tides
Hands full of sand

I felt him pick me up
Though a sack of potatoes
Yet with a lightness and ease.

I didn't know this man -
I don't know why he came.

Here I thought I'd remain unfound,
I'd hoped so
And yet here I was,
Involuntarily required to hope again
To live again,
Breath again,
To
Face IT ALL again.

He had not business saving me
"Why did he do it?" I wondered
"Why lift me up?"
"Why wash me up and let me to rest on a bed of kings?"
"Why feed me back to strength?"
"Why look me deep in the eyes and make me fall for you?"

Can you not see this how I ended up (t)here; washed up by the oceans?
I'd built up a dependency on love.