When I was a little girl
I walked out at midnight along the beach
Escaping our motel room through the glass slider doors.
A storm was coming.
The wind was strong, and tossed
particles of sand into the air.
I watched the waves hit the shore
Each time growing stronger and stronger
Until eventually, they rose to my feet.
The sea called out for me, Come Home to Us.
Tendrils of water swirling around my ankles,
I turned my head away and went back to bed.
He, I, us, we will always end.
Until death or disinterest do us part.
But the sea stays forever wanting the me without I.

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