This week,
I trudged along the cold, salty
waters of the rocking ocean,
I swung my feet gracefully
and walked along the sandy shore,
a ballerina, stretching her feet
to form light, bittersweet
curse words in the sand,
I tilted my head back
to drink in all of the sky,
the stars twinkled
and swallowed me whole,
I scanned the rising horizon
for miles, reached out to abandoned shells
placed at my feet,
quietly listened to the sad, melodic
voices, of gleaming sirens
in the ocean's heart
But despite my breathlessness
in the crisp air, of the gray ocean
I still could not
find you,
the one I so yearn to meet,
the one who could
make me forget the sorrows,
the delicate, hidden pain,
the one who I deserve
to love,
because now, everything else
is no longer worth a thing,
and everyday,
is still like
the stars
going out
in my empty soul.