The first thing you saw when you washed up onto the shore were the words "i don't love you anymore" scrawled into the sand
And as the sun and the din from the street beat you sore, you had a sudden ache for the ocean floor
Every night you dream of the same underwater scene, where you nearly made your peace, but then the silence suddenly ceased
And placed by an unseen hand, you were brought back to the tumult of land. the sound of the hull against the waves is not around to lull you to sleep nowadays
You just lie awake, listening to the gulls in the bay
Breathe in salt air as you stare at the ceiling, trying to recapture the feeling of being married to the sea, but your vision gets so watery
Every night you dream of the same underwater scene, but safe beneath your sheets, you'll never find your way back to that peace.
