Low tide but she continues to drown
Undertow memories over shipwrecked time
Once hopeful eyes, now salty by tears not the sea
Scavengers don't bother, there's nothing much left
She never found a knife sharp enough to cut that part of her
His carelessness, it dulled every blade
The wind skitters grains through shells
As useless to their former tenant as the heart now is for her
Clutch the collar closer, there may be something still inside to keep warm
Turn West. Or don't. It's the same outcome
Dying light over eternal waves and a short walk back
Trace your own footprints in the sand that no one bothered to follow
The ocean romance isn't here, another land. A different sea
It's the same outcome. She takes herself everywhere she goes.