I stood at the edge of the ocean, the waves slowly moving
toward me like a hesitant lover's touch.
The water called, not to drown but to soothe
my soul that longed and ached so much.
I took a step, salt stinging my skin,
recalling how you "never wanted to let go."
The sea held me where you once had been,
its consistency, a love you could never show.
The tide pulled gently, reluctant to part,
as if it knew I wanted to be held.
The water sang, a pull to my heart.
Standing there, feeling more seen than when we had dwelled.
Each wave wrapped around me, a liquid embrace,
cold, relentless, yet oddly kind.
I thought of your touch, now just an empty space,
and how the sea filled a void you could never find.
I stayed there, surrounded by the blue,
between the shore and horizon, neither lost nor found.
Thankful to finally be rid of you too,
as the ocean's arms kept me safe and sound.
This body of water understood
the need to be wanted, to be known, to stay.
It held me gently, better than you ever could,
and I let it, if only for today.
