"Lost at Sea” (continued)

The night came fast, like shadows creep,

While salt still lingered on my cheek.

I smiled through it, played it strong,

But breaking quiet doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

He held my hand, he searched the blue,

As if my pain had pierced him too.

And though we came back cold and bare,

He gave me more than shallow care.

But even love can’t always mend

A loss you feel but can’t defend.

A gallery gone, a voice, a name~

Fragments lost, too deep to claim.

How do you grieve what you can’t see?

A thousand lives that used to be.

My babies’ faces, growing fast,

Moments I thought would always last.

Photos, notes, the late-night cries,

The prayers I typed when I asked why.

The letters meant to heal my soul~

Now swallowed whole in ocean’s hold.

And yet…

The waves, they don’t erase me whole.

I’m still the keeper of my soul.

My story didn’t die that day~

It just found one more wave to brave.

I’ll write again, rebuild the frame,

And speak the names I can’t reclaim.

Because memory doesn’t drown or fade,

It shifts its form but still gets made.

And though I lost what I held tight,

I still have fire, I still have fight.

So if the sea took one part home,

I’ll rise from salt~ I’ll write my own.

And still I stand where sea met skin,

My thoughts adrift, my soul pulled in.

I have so much kicked up inside,

And deep in tides where echoes hide.

My mind’s still out there ~ lost at sea,

Where silence drowns what’s left of me.

I keep on waiting, heart unsure,

For the ocean’s whisper at the shore.

Maybe a ring, a flash of light,

A jester small in day or night ~

A hint of blue, or pink, or black,

My past, my pulse, just floating back.

But the waves just hum their lullaby,

And I still watch with burning eyes.

Because hope, like salt, still stains my skin~

Even when I know

it won’t come in.