I let the water swirl around my ankles
and I push forwards, searching for her
down into the dark where her light should be
The shadows hold no answers
and our story is anchored
no more tomorrows.
I see her in the sea,
the waves carrying her laughter
before she is gone
and they crash hollow against the shore.
I imagine her swaying now
in a dress made of tides,
the moonlight spilling over her shoulders.
I’m one shoe size larger,
but it would be impossible to follow in her footsteps
she has left too impressive of a mark.
The waves pull me in
but she is just out of reach,
slipping through my fingers
as I try to hold her.
She is there, always
a ghost in the water’s breath,
the salt on my cheeks,
the hum of the tide
as it mourns her too.
© Poetry by Jem Lou
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