the last time I saw her
she was standing ankle
deep in the sandy shore
watching as the waves
try to kiss the continent
continuously falling back
into the arms of a past
lover that has found a
home with someone else
she stared at the water
as if the ocean would show
her truth in the reflection
she is a beautiful mess
she is running mascara
broken stain glass windows
I never asked her name
just watched as she walked
with no expression to the
end of this country and
stared into the infinite blue
she was never seen again