You sit on the shore alone, cast away
by the boy you loved. Your eyes well up with
tears, the salt in them telling of the sea
inside you. You were never one for pools,
never one to go for a dip. Always
you preferred to dive deep, to hold your breath,
to feel with every inch of skin the risk
of drowning. Your heart pumped oceans for him.
But he would have none of it. So you find
yourself on this shore but with lungs longing
for air. From here, the surface of the sea
glitters as if strewn with countless broken
shells. The shore knows only of departure
and of waves breaking upon arrival.