The Curse of the Sea

farewell, but you will remain in my mind as echoes remain wandering the frigid cliffs. maybe time has hardened my face- remembering when our bodies emerged from the sea as one- when our lips controlled the tide and the songs of the seabird. within a crashing wave, I was pushed ashore, hands bound- overgrown in seaweed while you drifted closer to freedom with the horizon. perhaps I'll ask the ocean for forgiveness for the bitter contact we left. perhaps, from my body, I'll wash you away with her sharp lichen and black sea foam.