It comes to her in times like these,
A-swaying gently in the breeze,
Soft seaside sand on endless afternoons.

That hollow ache, remembering
Her innocence, the bloom of spring,
Now lost forever, washed away too soon.

Too restless now to stay in place,
She slips into the shifting waves,
Away from haunting memories on shore

Among the drifting kelp forest,
Anemones and jellyfish,
She smoothly glides along the ocean floor.

What is loss?
A hole inside that drains your heart away,
Slow bleeding out:
Inexorable leach into the sea.

If only she could dwell below,
Enveloped in the soothing flow,
Dissolving time and care and memory.

Soft silver globes, outflowing breath
Rise up to ceiling from the depths
To merge with rolling sheets of mercury.

What is loss?….