hook line and sinker

Somewhere
back in you
long ago,

we almost met. 
You made a mark, 
while I let go 
and flowed on through 
like water, milk or wine 
can do. You drank the moment 
in one toss, and threw me 
back beyond all loss.

It was years past, I realized 
I never got behind 
your eyes

While in my heart, your hook 
still pulls. I flop about
from broken line, 
and miles from water,
spread my gills.