Contemplating the Depths

Tonight, the girl explores how the grains of sand retreat from the harsh steps that her feet take along deserted shores. Not so long since eager bride took a husband by her side until death? the moon said no. The water hums and roars while the winds temper the heat from the burn of his deceit and his words down empty shores - how the passion now had died, nothing more could she provide. 'did he love me?' the moon said no. Empty now, the dresser drawers lying open in defeat letting his soft smell retreat, lost forever from these shores. She wondered: 'if I cried would the waves or would the tide even notice?' the moon said no.