The Beach

Who am I?
I ask the sea.

I search amidst its blue,
its waves dancing to their own beat.
All sadness is left to stew,
as I’m slowly dragged from my seat.

For a while, I’m engulfed in the past,
but silence is all that lasts.
The sunray and salt deepen my rash,
as my anger starts to unlash.

“Sshhh,” something calms me.
I open my eyes,
adrenaline signaling me to flee—
still, I reach for the prize.

What prize?
You. You’re the prize:
a memory in disguise,
what once was a choice so unwise.

Before I know it, I’m in the middle of the sea,
drowning as I reach towards the void.
How can drowning feel this way?
Like I’m back again, cradled in your arms.

Reenacting our forgotten promises
and our lost happiness,
a statue is what I remain,
as I go back down our lane.