Contemplating the Depths
Tonight, the girl explores
how the grains of sand retreat
from the harsh steps that her feet
take along deserted shores.
Not so long since eager bride
took a husband by her side
until death?
the moon said no.
The water hums and roars
while the winds temper the heat
from the burn of his deceit
and his words down empty shores -
how the passion now had died,
nothing more could she provide.
'did he love me?'
the moon said no.
Empty now, the dresser drawers
lying open in defeat
letting his soft smell retreat,
lost forever from these shores.
She wondered: 'if I cried
would the waves or would the tide
even notice?'
the moon said no.
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