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Heart of the Ocean

Updated: Dec 20, 2024

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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