Sinking
If I stood here another year
With my feet in the sand at the water’s edge
Perhaps I’d forget you
Be enveloped in something pure
Perhaps the sunset view would grow as old to me
As saying your sorry is to you
Or maybe I’d just keep sinking
First my ankles, then my tears
Would I first get to see winter?
Watch the ice try to encroach on the ocean
As futile as your hopes for us
First I’d watch the birds flee
Fighting their way to greener pastures
Like I should have done long ago
Or would the wind remind me
Of your voice in the night?
Would the returning of the tide
Be a symbol of our fights?
And when I closed my eyes
Would the ocean’s gentle waves
Be your fingertips on my skin?
In a year, would it hurt as much
As it does now, then?
03/23/2012