I am standing by the ocean
My toes digging into the wet sand
The way sandcrabs do
It is nighttime and the moon watches my every move
How many times have I been here before
This kind of life grows feet on my timeline
I am young but old enough
To feel the weight lift at the mouth of a shoreline
How does the salt-licked air heal each time
The water is loud against the quiet
Of three am
The shine of a separate universe
Shivers against the tide’s spine
I am waiting before the sea
My eyes searching beyond the horizon
For a ship full of ghosts
It is nighttime and the moon whispers
Into the wind
That the weight of you
Is not here to stay
That surely I must know by now
That no feeling is forever